Thursday, 31 January 2008

Who're You Talking To?



A co-pilot on a flight from Toronto to London has about had it with his noncommunicative deity of choice.


"He was very, very distraught. He was yelling loudly at times,"...He was swearing and asking for God and very distressed. He basically said he wanted to talk to God."


As Feorag notes (and a pointy hat tip to her),
it's a good job the co-pilot wasn't of the browner skin persuasion. Just think how that would've gone down.

As it is, we have here a graphic example of what happens when folks fully expect their deity to be available on demand twentyfourseven without any effort from the petitioner.

It's typical of the faith many of us were brought up, if not in, then at least solidly surrounded by - replete with the notion that Jesus answers little childrens' prayers, that God hears you when you call.

Note that you don't have to actually do anything short of getting into a spot of trouble and lo! the Deity hears you and replies.

Just like that.

Seriously, dude. You want to talk to God?
Sit down, shut up and listen .
Oh, and you might want to do the work first