Monday, April 23, 2007

GOD EXPLAINED

The question has been asked: “Where was God while the Virginia Tech Massacre was taking place?” And the question can be asked any time some innocent person’s life is snuffed out senselessly. Where is God when:
A fanatic straps on an explosive device then walks into a crowded market place and detonates it?
A country’s highest leader decrees war on another country and sends young men and women there to die for a made-up purpose?
A parent abuses his/her own child to death?
A woman aborts an “inconvenient” birth?
A child starves to death?
A drunk driver plows into other people on the road, killing them?
And on and on ad infinitum.

The answer depends on how one envisions God:
A deity that sits on his chair like some cosmic lifeguard expected to blow the whistle and warn us humans when we’re in water that is over our heads.
A protective parent
An omniscient omnipotent being and creator of the universe that doesn’t do anything but watch.
A lunatic who gets his jollies off watching random tragedies.

My final definition would make sense in the Catholic-Christian world. After all, what FATHER would knowingly send his son (Jesus Christ) among a people who would persecute that son, have him arrested, tortured and crucified? Gee thanks, dad. Good looking out there, pops.

Now there are those of you who shall shake your head condescendingly and proclaim that I “just don’t get it”. But I turn that around and say,
“No. It is YOU who just doesn’t get it.”

If there ever was one individual creator, he has not stuck around to observe the works of his billion plus humans here on planet earth. Or if he has, he’s not interfering with anything that anyone does. And those Footprints in the sand sentiment posters be damned. It just aint happening that way.
For grown, supposedly intelligent adults to think otherwise is simply ridiculous. I sneer at you all with utter contempt.
Here’s how it goes: You are born. You do all kinds of shit. Then you die. Your consciousness is then shuttled off to oblivion. The same nonexistence you had before you were born.