Thank God
September 5th, 2008 by I AmIn the last few days, I’ve been hearing this seemingly innocuous phrase bandied about quite a bit, and it’s pissed me off enough to get me to come out of hiding and blog after over six months. It’s not the thanking of god itself that irritates me. If you believe in a god, you should probably thank him, her or it frequently. First of all, this is a being to which you owe your very existence. Second of all, whether the prescribed method of expression is saying grace, dancing in a circle, sacrificing a chicken or mutilating your child’s genitals, most gods seem to really, really like being thanked. A lot. In fact, it seems that once the act of creation has been achieved, most gods take up getting humans to express gratitude as their primary occupation. This raises questions about any given god’s need for validation or level of emotional maturity, but who am I to doubt the divine will?
For the purpose of this post only, let’s stipulate that a god or gods exist and that they are either omnipotent or at least unimaginably powerful. Frankly, any being that doesn’t fit this criterion probably shouldn’t be called a god, so I think that’s safe. When might be an appropriate time to thank this god? Well, for example, when one is viewing the wonders of nature seems like a good time. In practice, though, when was the last time you heard someone say “Thank god, it’s a rainbow?” Contemplating the simple fact of or aspects of one’s own life or existence seems like it should stir this sort of emotion, but one doesn’t often hear “Thank god, my kidneys work beautifully.” In fact, at least nine times out of ten, these two words only issue forth from the lips of someone who has recently experienced tragedy or near tragedy. Tune into any of the cable news networks the day after a natural disaster (so just about any day), and you’ll hear a whole lot of people thanking god. For example, you might hear something like “The wildfire destroyed my house, and my car exploded, but thank god I’m alive.” Hospitals are also a popular place for this kind of thing, such as “My baby died of Ebola this morning, but thank god I have another child.”
So, my question is why do these people choose to sing the praises of the lord right after they’ve been crapped on by life? “Thank god most of my goats survived.” Thank which god? Is it the same one that just sent an F4 tornado through your living room? “Thank god I’m in remission.” Did you thank him when he gave you cancer? People seem very willing to forgive the bad thing that’s happened when they are graciously allowed to live or keep some of their possessions. Would they be so generous if the offender turned savior was a human being? Wouldn’t it sound strange to you if you overheard a conversation between strangers, and one person said to the other “Thank you for taking me to the emergency room after you beat me half to death in that alley, stabbed me in the eye and stole my wallet.”?
Human beings attribute blame for the infractions of other people just as quickly as they thank those who have been kind or helpful. Why doesn’t god receive the same treatment? Why is it that when a surfer is attacked by a shark and loses his leg, he’s quick to thank god for letting him live, but he doesn’t seem to hold a grudge about the fact that this same god created sharks and/or created that particular shark and/or didn’t stop that shark from trying to eat him and/or didn’t make sure a better surgeon was on call and/or didn’t at least allow his very expensive surfboard to come through unscathed? None of that is ever god’s fault. I find it curious that a person won’t attribute the same level of complexity to the motives and actions of a magical, invisible being who pervades the entire universe as they will to the anonymous strangers who stole his hubcaps. Is an omnipotent being not (by definition) capable of good and evil? I suppose it’s uncomfortable to worship such a being and to know you have no choice in the matter. I suppose it’s what led early Christian theologians to torture a few snippets of scripture until they yielded the modern concept of the devil.
Whatever the thought process behind it, conscious or otherwise, it irritates me to no end. First of all, how dare you impose such limitations on a being who is capable of absolute evil right alongside absolute good? More importantly, how can you bring yourself to worship such a beast? How can you toss a fiver in the plate after your hamster has been killed in a motorcycle accident (must be a great story)? To do so is intellectually dishonest. It is to surrender oneself to celestial blackmail. Face the facts, people. God is a dick. (I feel like I’ve heard that somewhere.) For my part, if you could show me absolute proof of the existence of god this very minute, I would still choose damnation over worshiping that kind of monster.
~I AM~








