Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Me of Little Faith

Today's column over at the Daily Banter once again has to do with religion, namely it seeks to understand why some turn to God in times of great tragedy while others, myself included, see tragedy as more reason than ever not to have turn to God.

Here's the opening:

"On the morning of September 11th, 2001, as the unimaginably horrific sight of bodies raining down from the upper floors of the World Trade Center was being beamed out across the country and around the world, my grandmother sat on the couch in my parents’ living room taking it all in. She was an elderly woman and a devout old-school Catholic, so with her eyes fixed on the televised images of the agonizing carnage unfolding in New York City, she reacted the only way she knew how. She swallowed back a despairing gasp, brought her hand up to nearly cover her mouth, and said, 'God love ‘em.'

I remember my reaction like it was yesterday."

Read the Rest Here

1 comment:

Claude Weaver said...

"I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, 'wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them?' So now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe."

Marcus Cole, Babylon 5

That line becomes more and more comforting every time I hear of another senseless tragedy.

I'm not overly religious. I'm best described as an agnostic. As such, I willingly accept there are things beyond my understanding, and that is enough. Claiming something as part of "God's unknowable plan" is patently more offensive to me than something like "God hates fags", simply on the case of it being contradictory in terms. How can you say something is part of God's plan if it is inherently unknowable?

Then I look at that quote, and it reaffirms me. Life isn't fair. The sun sets on the just and the unjust. The asshole(s) responsible for this are still alive while an innocent boy is dead. Hell, I'M still alive and that kid is dead, and I can come up with at least 20 reasons why that shouldn't be. And if life was remotely fair, if life was indeed somebody's plan and it included that, even the concept of that, I would curse the heavens as well. That's why that platitude is offensive: it indirectly says that the victim's suffering was deserved or necessary, and it is harder to accept than just random cruelty.

Sometimes, the idea of a supreme being being in control is comforting, but it can become narcissistic, depending on that being thinking and acting the same as you would in their shoes.