Here I go again-- voicing an opinion regarding religion. This time it's about the fallacy of "being saved" from death (as opposed to being "saved" by a religious conversion). Of course, my opinion doesn't mean squat, but I can't resist blogging about it.
In Yazoo City, Mississippi, at least 10 people were killed when tornadoes struck over the weekend. Naturally, there were survivers, all with stories of their experiences. It's the same old song and dance: "God spared me", "I prayed and was saved by the grace of God", etc., etc. The newspaper reported a church hymnal was found open to the song, "Till the Storm Passes By". "Praise the Lord."
Here a church is destroyed, lives lost, devastation everywhere, but the focus is on a scene of survival and hope. Where can I find those "rose colored glasses" that are worn by the majority of our population?
"Believers" dismiss the "act of God" that killed innocent men, women, and children. The story becomes one of those who prayed or were saved by a "miracle". The dead can't speak--no miracle or prayer saved them. Ignore them. Look on the bright side. "By the grace of God..."
And did you hear the "words of comfort" made by our president at the memorial service for the 29 miners killed in Beckley, W. Va.? Of course, "Reverend" Obama's comments were packed with "God-filled" words of inspiration. Excuse me, but it was enough to make one puke. The miner's families applauded.
It's little wonder I'm an atheist. I see the world as it really is. Countless millions of people have died at the hands of others or by acts of nature. It happens every day over thousands of years. No god saved them because there is no god. Survivors aren't spared because god saved them. No miracle occurred. It's simply luck of the draw. It's the same with diseases, like cancer. Some survive, some die. There is no god that determines who makes it or who doesn't. And prayer won't make a whit of difference. As the French say, "c'est la vie".
(Sorry about all the quotation marks. It's just the way I write.)