I am disgusted! And more than a little ticked.
I have been perusing the latest D Magazine, not a regular pursuit, but this month’s is the “Best New Restaurants in Dallas” edition and y’all know how I love good food.
Eventually I came upon a brief article about Lauren Scruggs, the young woman who inexplicably walked into a plane’s propeller, losing an eye and a hand among other things.
Initially I found myself admiring her spunk and optimism as she struggled to return to a near-normal life. This being Texas, I should have known better.
The writer, one Krista Nightengale, drew first blood when she asked the most inane possible question, “You write everything happens for a reason. What’s the reason behind your accident?”
The daft door now cast opened to its fullest extent, Ms Scruggs stepped through, “I just know that God has a purpose in things that are more about the bigger picture… So I just trust wholly in that. God has been there throughout the entire thing… He’s deepened my faith a lot…”
Let us pause and summarize here. God wanted to teach Ms Scruggs, or perhaps someone else, a lesson about one thing or another so he severely mutilated a vivacious young woman. One whom, by the way, was already a follower.
How anyone could believe in, much less worship, such a sadistic monster is beyond cognition.
No, I really mean it. The God Ms Scruggs worships can only be described in those or even worse terms, making her faith and devotion the results of an unreasoning and unreasonable mind. She is no better off intellectually than the brainwashed zombies in North Korea who venerate whatever member of the Kim family of thugs is starving them to death at the moment.
It is not a terribly difficult concept to grasp: Either the god you worship is something far more sinister than the “loving god” you were taught to believe in, or he/she/it does not exist. Your god allowed or caused this horrible thing for his/her/its purpose, or it was just an incredibly unfortunate accident. Those are the choices.
How much more sane and comforting to understand you are the victim of a random event, than to believe some force with power over your life chose to have you suffer in spite of your devotion and adoration.
“Abandon hope all those who venture here” used to be inscribed on ancient maps to warn of monsters that might inhabit the unknown corners of our earth. In Texas it seems that phrase has been rewritten as “Abandon all reason…”