…someone points me to a blog post that reminds me I’m not even in the Triple-A of inane and verbose.
God hates the quiet life, I think. He wants us to break a sweat on our passage through this vale of tears.
He keeps throwing us into the deep end of the pool when we still aren’t sure we can swim without water wings; he wants us out in the Tour de France when we still miss our training wheels.
He wants us to face challenges that are bigger than anything we know, more complicated than we can figure out, and so dangerous and all encompassing that we are forced to develop our gifts and our characters to the highest possible degree.
That must be it. God loves us so much that he visits minor inconveniences on us in order to help us flourish — things like senseless, far-flung wars, famine, fatal incurable diseases, tsunamis, wife-beating, rape, theft, and the horrific slaughter of untold numbers of innocent children, etc. I mean, without a few ripples here and there, how would be be able to appreciate it when God’s actually being nice?
You could make a case that the mismatch between the human drive to predict and control the future and the radically unknowable nature of the chaos in which we live proves that God is a sadist.
You could make a similar case that the Tooth Fairy has such a hankering for discarded human enamel that she’s willing to shell out millions a night in order to secure tons upon tons of it. Or you could…never mind.
Prepare yourselves, friends. God loves us with a fierce and terrible love, and he really, really thinks it’s time for us to grow.
That this essay is as eloquent as it is demented and incoherent underscores the fact that “faith” of this sort if about the only thing besides mind-altering drugs that can cause intelligent people to harbor howlingly stupid beliefs.