God Hates Amputees
I was out the other day getting supplies to begin my yard work for the season and seen a bumper sticker that read, “God Hates Paraplegics.” As an atheist, this had my head spinning with the message. I didn’t get it right away. At first I thought, “What a mean thing to say.” Then it hit me.
I grew up around Christians. I hear the word “miracle” used as an everyday word. “Man, it was a miracle you guys survived that car crash.” Or how about this one, “Angels must have been watching over you.” Or my personal favorite, “God works in mysterious ways.” While I’m certain some of these statements were made in jest, there is some truth to the thought process of these great deeds performed by our bearded man in the sky.
During college I worked at a print shop. We were slow one day and out of the blue my boss goes into this long and drawn out speach about why he is the man he is today. He explained that ten years before he was diagnosed with cancer and had only a couple of years to live. And through the will of God he is here today to tell me about it. At the time, with my young mind, I felt touched by his story. I didn’t buy into it, but touched none the less.
Now that I’m an adult, that empathy has turned into sadness. What was once a harmless token of gratitude has now become a loathsome feeling of disdain for religion as a whole. It actually sickens me to hear these phrases now. I liken this to the innocence expressed by a child who awakens to money under their pillow from he tooth fairy. It’s childish nonsense that adults should be ashamed of partaking. When will we grow up and put stock in one another and stop kneeling before thin air?
God Hates Amputees.
Was it God that cured my boss’s cancer? He thinks so. I hear of people being able to see after twenty years of blindness and praise the lord because of it. I see people with diabetes faithfully going to church, thankful that they can live a normal life. All of these cases are because of the magic of a god. Not one of these cases come from the magic of science. Centuries of ‘getting it wrong” and learning from our mistakes. Or the studying and dedication of some really fine doctors that made you all better. Let’s give stock to the one who’s make believe.
Got Hates Amputees.
So, God cured my boss’s cancer, as well as thousands of the blind, as well as those with diabetes and a whole lot of other people with various ailments. But not one time, not one single case has God given an amputee their leg back. Or a mother her arms so that she may hold her babies once again. Or the track star’s legs so they may complete their father’s dying wish to make it to the olympics. Or the woodworker’s fingers who wanted to carve his only grandson a toy for christmas. Why not one case. You would think that out of the millions and millions of amputees there’d be one deserving of a “miracle.” Right?
- Here are some of the responses I’ve gotten from Christians to this topic before
- We could never understand the will of god
- God has a plan for us all
- Well, God cured cancer because it’s a deadly disease, the amputee still has his life
None of these responses makes any sense. Can someone please give me another angle to chew on. I’m trying to make sense of the whole “miracle” thing.