Like Rush, the jerk, Limbaugh, I'm probably going to regret saying the following. It's who I am. (And for the record, I really don't think Rush regrets his "slut/prostitute" comments or is sincere in his so-called apology.)

Several small communities in Southern Indiana were devastated by tornadoes two days ago. Many people were killed. My heart goes out to the victims. It could easily happen to me. Tornadoes have come close. I've seen them.

If ever I survive such a disaster, there's one thing I'll never say to reporters: "I was saved by the grace of god" (or "god was watching over me", or some such banality).

The parents and siblings of a surviving infant were killed in a tornado. Yet people proclaimed the grace, power, and love of the very god that wiped out the baby's family. "Thank God". "God is great".
I'm sorry, but to me, such statements defy logic.

When is their god of nature's wonder and beauty not "mother nature", the "mother" of tornadoes, hurricanes, and earthquakes? There appears to be a disassociation of the two when it comes to disasters. Otherwise, they are one and the same. I'm sure there is some "explanation".

I admire the optimism and resolve of all those folks who plan to rebuild their communities. Their faiths are being tested. I suppose it's only natural to become determined to move forward. Despair has no purpose. For that reason (if nothing else), I can understand how a belief in a supernatural being can heal the wounds of tragedy and grief, and produce a feeling of understanding and hope.

Believe me, I'm not poking fun at god believers. It's just that I don't understand the rationalizations.

For me, I'm of the "que cera, cera" philosophy--whatever will be, will be. No offense, "believers".