Raymond D. Bradley
Raymond Bradley is an Emeritus Professor of Philosophy from Simon Fraser University and formerly Professor of Philosophy, University of Auckland, now retired to New Zealand after 31 years teaching in Canada. He has debated many representatives of the Campus Crusade for Christ, including William L. Craig, and has published freethought articles in Rationalist and Humanist and in The Open Society, as well as in the Secular Web Library.
An open letter to Antony Flew criticizing his much publicized renunciation of atheism. He is confused about what sort of God he now believes in. The evidence on which he rests his case for abandoning naturalism is poorly researched. And his arguments for a nonnatural designer God are poorly reasoned.
This is Bradley's rejoinder to Professor Antony Flew's reply to "An Open Letter to Professor Antony Flew," also by Bradley, which was published as the Secular Web's Current Feature for August. 2005.
Antony Flew. a long-time ace atheist and once-astute philosopher, now a born-again deist, responded to Bradley's "Antony in Wonderland," by appealing to Gerald Schroeder's Genesis and the Big Bang--calling Bradley a "secularist bigot" in the process. Bradley responds.
Einstein once said that "God does not play dice." But he also said, "It seems to me that the idea of a personal God is an anthropomorphic concept which I cannot take seriously." What, then, did Einstein mean by "God"? What sort of "God" did Einstein have in mind?
Does reality include a supernatural realm, inhabited by God and, perhaps, other spiritual beings? Or is the familiar natural world all there is to it? If there is a supernatural world, how do we relate to it? Are we composite creatures with souls as well as bodies? Is it possible that our souls live on after our bodies are no more? Or is physical death the end? What is the nature of the free will that we commonly suppose ourselves to enjoy during our sojourn here on earth? Do we in fact have free will? Or are our lives little more than pointless scribbles on the fabric of the universe, as devoid of real significance as scratches on a piece of glaciated rock?
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