By: Jim Taylor
My computer crashed last week. I was writing a
column when the screen suddenly went blank. The box containing electronic
components emitted a faint, high-pitched, wail of misery.
My service guru took away the
metal coffin of what used to be my computer.
I felt helpless. I couldn’t
write. I couldn’t even get e-mail until I got my laptop connected.
To my credit (I hope) I didn’t
blame God. I didn’t treat the crash as punishment for procrastination. I didn’t
say, “It must be God’s will.”
Perhaps I think of computer
malfunctions as beyond even the authority of the Almighty.
Overheard on the radio
But then, almost like divine intervention, I received
an e-mail message confirming my unwillingness to attribute the computer failure
to a God who micro-manages human affairs. The e-mail contained an article by Elayne Clift, a writer from
“There was a lot of God-talk on
the radio,” she noted. God helped this person pass an exam, gave that one a
raise, made this team win, saved that person from an accident…
“God,” Elayne
wrote, “is so busy micro-managing millions of lives that I wonder how He ever
rests on the seventh day.”
She called it, “the
trivialization of a higher being—a presence that we collectively call God
regardless of our cultures, belief systems, and religions…”
“Even as a youngster, I
bristled at the sight of athletes crossing themselves before stepping to the
plate… I cringed at platitudes like the ones uttered by our neighbors when a
child on our street died of leukemia. ‘She’s with God now,’ they said, while I
wondered what in the world God would do with a two-year old who missed her
mommy. I lost patience with kids who told me they’d prayed for a bike at
Christmas, or adults who asked God to make the sun shine for their Sunday
picnic.
“I never got mad at God when
things went wrong, but I did wonder how a loving God could let so many bad
things happen if He had such enormous control over everyone and every little
thing.”
Childish wishes
Listening to the car radio, she wrote, “brings back my inner child. So much of the talk is itself
childish. It’s full of magical thinking, worn out clichés. And those awful
platitudes—just pray harder and your impoverished life won’t be so hard to bear.
Ask God for forgiveness and all will be right with your world… Forgive me, but
that kind of tripe drives me nuts.
“Not because I don’t believe in
some kind of higher order. It’s precisely because I strongly suspect there is
something much bigger than anything we mortals know that I resist trivializing
it. If there is indeed a God, then what extraordinary disrespect we pay to such
a higher being by expecting Him (is God really gendered?) to care who wins the
ballgame…
“So pardon me if I get upset
when people treat God as though He were right up there with the Easter Bunny,
Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. To me, God—whatever that word means—is too big
even for adult minds to grasp with certainty, too important to be dumbed down.”
Amen.
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