Blaspheming Against the Holy Spirit

Yesterday on Facebook, I had 2 Catholics preaching to me. One told me she has been praying for me for awhile, and that I must accept that fact. So? I told her if she wanted to waste her time, it was her business. (What was she hoping for here?)

Logical fallacies abounded. Apologetics was tossed about wantonly. It was mind-numbing in its banality. 

I was even told, by the same woman, that I am more Christian than other people she knows, and that Christ acts through me. Which I find to be offensively condescending and meaningless at the same time.

I'm good simply because it's the right thing to do. I don't need a god that I can't experience in any meaningful way to work through me to do good. I do it all on my own. If anything works through me to do good, of course we all know it's the Flying Spaghetti Monster, May You All Be Touched By His Noodly Appendage. Or maybe it's the dragon in my garage (if I had a garage, this would probably be the case!)

Not to mention, if Christ acts through me, she is implying that I have no free will, that I am just a puppet of Jesus. Isn't free will very important to Christians? Another blatant contradiction.

I felt like they were proselytizing to me. One of them is a friend of the other, not even of me. So I informed them that I've denied the Holy Ghost, which is the unforgivable sin. It's a one way ticket to Hell. 

Then of course they nitpicked the bible and said that it has to be interpreted properly, and soon fell back on saying that only special magic priests in the Catholic church are connected enough to the Almighty to be able to interpret such things (and change them arbitrarily, such as Limbo for babies). 

By this time, I had completely lost interest. What's the point of arguing with people like this? They wanted to nitpick interpretations of their holy book. They wanted to explain why their view of things was Right and why I couldn't understand because I hadn't read all the catholic dogma and I was just a godless heathen with my back turned to God.

I admit I got a bit snippy and told them that I didn't care to nitpick the details of their delusional belief system based on an old collection of historical and fictional rantings of desert goat herders from the Bronze Age.

In other words, if the books aren't divinely inspired, which I'm pretty sure they aren't, then what's the point of reading Catholic canon and old apologetic ramblings?

Anyway, it got me thinking of the passages of the bible that I had quoted to these people. Here they are: (NIV)