|While beseeching the Lord is not best done whilst |
crapping one's pants, sometimes it can't be helped.
Stop annoying HIM already!
“Rain falls on the just and unjust alike.” True. The flip side of that is that the sun shines on the just and unjust alike also. Just because your plane landed safely after some turbulent weather doesn’t mean God was looking out for you. Maybe that little girl with the runny nose three rows up is slated to be the grandmother of that dedicated intern a few decades from now who runs extra tests at the lab on her own time and ‘accidently’ discovers the gene that turns off cancer. You can’t know any of that at the time, but your low intervention worthiness may become clearer the next day when you electrocute yourself trying to pry your toast out of the toaster with a metal butter knife. For the third time. (Then again it may never seem clear to you.)
The point is, don’t assume divine intervention for the ordinary ups and downs of everyday life. Everybody has lost keys. Everybody has found keys. Even if you’re muttering “Please God, please” the entire time you’re looking and you finally find them it doesn’t make the eternal overlord of all creation your personal fucking key-finder. If you left your keys in the side pocket of your ‘fat’ jeans after you waddled back from the all-you-can-eat buffet last night, and you finally think to check that pocket again and they’re still there, it’s not the hand of God. It’s the dumb of man. Those keys would have stayed there until you got around to checking that particular pocket no matter how long it took you.
The common impulse is to thank Him, of course. But don’t. It would be bad enough if it were just you alternately whining and thanking all day long. But there’s something like seven billion of us now. And in the age of mandatory seat belt laws and ubiquitous warning labels the helpful and herd-thinning rule of survival of the smartest no longer applies. The dumbest strata of the population now makes it well into breeding age, -the only area where they really ‘shine’. Statistically it has to mean the ‘help me’ prayers and ‘thank yous’ for everyday bullshit have increased geometrically. (That means more than just ‘metrically’, it means ‘a lot’ which is two words, if you didn’t already know) If He really did hear all our prayers at one time the cacophony of drivel must have coalesced into an easily ignorable hum years ago.
You’re the reason He doesn’t pay attention to us anymore, even for important prayers like ‘please end the NFL lockout.’ Now we’re going to have a strike shortened season, if we get one at all. No intervention there because He’s not listening anymore. Thanks a lot, mumbles.
You’re so lucky I’m NOT god. Bother ME for lost keys? Not after I make them materialize in your rectum. You'd buy a new car before you'd ask Me again! Your incessant self important myopia would have driven Me to My smote cannon a long time ago. And I’d be firing up that mo-fo all day long. At you? Depends. Lost your keys lately?