In response to my last post on the car accident, a reader wrote, “accept the fact : a high power does exist!”
For the record, despite some of my anti-organized religion posts, I’m certainly not against faith … belief … etc. It’s a viable way of thinking, and I’d lie to say I never internally debate the merits of some sort of God.
That said, I’m sort of baffled by the religious reaction many people have to the survival of a car accident; that God’s hand had to have contributed to my existence.
To begin with, why would God have my car totaled? Why would he have me spinning on the New Jersey Turnpike? I know … I know—some would argue it’s a test of my faith, or his way of showing me he exists. But, if you think about it, that’s a pretty odd way. Why not just knock on my door? Write a letter? A fruit basket with a brief note—I’M HERE. LOVE, GOD.
Also, what about all those people who die in car accidents? God spares Jeff Pearlman but kills Mike Muuss? And Thomas Dillon? And Anthony Depula? And countless others? It makes no sense—strikes me as completely random, not proof that someone is looking out for me. Hell, nobody was looking out for Ann Goldstein, my great aunt who died at age 8.
Anyhow, just a thought.
