It’s finally happened. The smoking gun has been discovered in unique, utterly new evidence, the data has been verified, all the tests confirm it … THERE IS A GOD. Now what? For me, beyond a shrug and a bit of bemusement, little or no change.
Oh, but aren’t you excited or thrilled? You see, we were right all along! Wassamatta, eating too much crow? Those sour grapes turning in your stomach?
Nope, don’t like grapes and crow isn’t on my diet. I just don’t see that the news is relevant to me.
Not relevant to you? It’s relevant to everyone!
Why? Because some Johnny-come-lately deity finally decided to leave a trace of him/her/itself for us to unearth? Seems to me far more likely that whoever he was, he got bent about people like me who rightfully challenged his existence for lack of evidence. Personally, I don’t’ see that this news improves things in any meaningful way. Indeed, I think things just got a whole lot worse.
But God is REAL now! Why would things be worse?
Because now the world is no longer run on reason, cause and effect or logic. If that evidence had always been there all along, that would be one thing. It wasn’t. It amounted to an effect without a cause, or, if you will, a miracle. If one effect without a cause can happen, then any number of them can happen and with that, the world can potentially stop making sense altogether. With that discovery, reality as we know it can now be run by WHIM, by whatever transient impulse this deity might entertain. If science cannot penetrate the causation of the events this being spawns, then anything can happen, logical or not, beneficial or not, and humankind will be helpless to anticipate or understand it other than ultimately to determine that this newly-found god wanted it that way. Einstein once said, “The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible.” With the arrival of your hotshot supreme being, that is sadly out the window.
But our god is LOVE! He cares for us!
Does he really? Tell that to the Amalekites, to the Amorites, the Midianites, and throw in the Moabites while you’re at it. Hell, tell it to the Israelites, who got jerked around by Yahweh almost as much as their enemies were. Tell it to Job, never mind his wife and kids, who all suffered for Job’s “blameless” and “upright” standing before the head honcho. Oh, and as for “gentle Jesus, meek and mild,” isn’t he the one who said, “If anyone comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters--yes, even their own life--such a person cannot be my disciple?” If this is your god we’re dealing with, then your own holy book shows him to be the “capriciously malevolent bully” Richard Dawkins accused him of being. If I can avoid that fucker at all, I’ll be glad to.
Blasphemer! He’ll condemn you to hell for that!
Oh? What happened to that god-of-love you were selling not but a few seconds ago? You guys go on about your god being a merciful, loving god, then a judging god with hardly a pause, failing to notice that the two are incompatible. Your buddy can either follow his own rules and stick with them consistently or pick and choose, again by whim, and forgive or condemn as he pleases. I’d gladly trust some old fart of a judge running night court before I’d put up with that brand of capriciousness.
Look, you can be excited all you want. Knock yourself out, please. For myself, I am going to continue on as I have, doing the best I can, keeping my own house in order and hoping he either doesn’t notice me or doesn’t care, which I should note has been the pattern to date. And if he does notice me, I’d be dubious whether anything I can do or say from this point forward will either absolve or condemn me. It’s as I said before: he’s not relevant to what I’m doing in the here and now.
I see no percentage in changing myself for his sake … and I won’t.