Strong bonds, yes. Agreement, no. I just read another new survivor story - as with all the stories, your heart races a little with the shared fear of that day; you are grateful they survived; then the fear and gratitude mix together -- and selfishly, above all else, I am glad I survived. I can't turn away from the stories, but they are not easy, breezy reads. They come with anxiety - mixed with some empathy, but self-centered anxiety all the same. Then the last paragraph of this one erased my anxiety and replaced it with silent irritation. I'd never respond, never offer criticism on that site, but this is my blog, so here goes....
This person, we shall call NewOne - this NewOne closed (as many do) with a rousing, ringing, soaring statement of certain knowledge and gratitude that the "Lord Jesus" had provided the expert CPR done by the husband, had been responsible for the quick response by the EMTs, had guided the quick and effective use of hypothermia to reduce the body's need for oxygen, and so forth. "Lord Jesus" had directly and purposefully done each and every one of those things ----just to save the life of NewOne. To take NewOne out of the 95% and into the 5%.
Annoys the hell out of me. My first thought is shit, I hope that the loved ones of non-survivors who turn to that site for comfort don't read this tripe. The second thought - really??? Lord Jesus did all that to save you, but Lord Jesus elected to let B*, S*, M* and the other 95% die? Because why? Lord Jesus saw something in you, NewOne, that was somehow lacking in those who die?
I understand people have that kind of faith, that rock solid belief in a God who intervenes regularly in their daily lives. The God who saves them from tripping down the stairs; who saves them from that car running a red light, who saves them from a runaway train or shopping cart, who enables them to pass that exam (always wondered if he/she worked on a curve for exams?) - they believe in a God who rescues them over and over again on each and every day. I don't believe that (obviously). I believe in a Divine, but not one who is messing around haphazardly in daily life - oh, I'll electrocute that one with faulty wiring, but let this one live. I'll zap that one with a lightening bolt. Tornado slaughter here, blue skies there. Oh yeah - don't let's forget Tsunami's - barely anyone gets out of that alive. I find it fundamentally absurd.
I am far more comfortable believing in happenstance than I am in a God or "Lord Jesus" who denies life to 95%. It's my blog and I'll be sacrilegious if I want to.
Irritated. Annoyed. Still grateful for and acutely aware of my extraordinary good fortune on September 5, 2009. The dice rolled my way on that date.
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