white lies one tells oneself

[frogsicle]

Yesterday morning I enjoyed the privilege of some quality flying lessons. The sort of flying lessons that result from the collision of a car and a bike. The sort that leave me standing, more or less unharmed, but maybe a little more appreciative of being alive than I was a moment ago. More appreciative of breathing the mostly-fresh air, the freaked out but surprisingly kindly strangers, the friends and coworkers who I could talk to, etc...

Good things certainly came from this crash; I'm buying a bike helmet now (well, as soon as I buy a new bike, that is); I'll never assume a car sees me again; I may well live longer. However, one "upside" I hadn't considered was the view of a christian missionary type who I accidentally ended up talking to on my way home.

"God works in mysterious ways. If you hadn't been hit by that car this morning you wouldn't have gotten this book on the Gospel of John."

Really? Do they seriously think they saved my soul... by giving me a book, which went directly to the recycle bin? I'd been blatantly hinting they were wasting their time. Did they think using such a cliche saying was going to make me believe? Surely they must know what they are striving for is obnoxious, but sometimes playing along is just easier than trying to explain how you think they are delusional and aggressively stupid...?

I guess if they can believe my receiving their book was worth getting in an accident, they probably have the skills to believe whatever they want... I guess that would explain a few things.

But then, is there really a point to what I do? How many people do I honestly ever think will read my thesis ~four years from now, let alone find it useful? Because really, that moment, where I was flying, or should I say falling, and didn't know if I'd be walking away, or hospitalized, or dead, but couldn't think about any of this, only react. That moment was a bit more worth living than most.

[The Johnny]

Yesterday morning I enjoyed the privilege of some quality flying lessons. The sort of flying lessons that result from the collision of a car and a bike. The sort that leave me standing, more or less unharmed, but maybe a little more appreciative of being alive than I was a moment ago. More appreciative of breathing the mostly-fresh air, the freaked out but surprisingly kindly strangers, the friends and coworkers who I could talk to, etc...

Good things certainly came from this crash; I'm buying a bike helmet now (well, as soon as I buy a new bike, that is); I'll never assume a car sees me again; I may well live longer. However, one "upside" I hadn't considered was the view of a christian missionary type who I accidentally ended up talking to on my way home.

"God works in mysterious ways. If you hadn't been hit by that car this morning you wouldn't have gotten this book on the Gospel of John."

Really? Do they seriously think they saved my soul... by giving me a book, which went directly to the recycle bin? I'd been blatantly hinting they were wasting their time. Did they think using such a cliche saying was going to make me believe? Surely they must know what they are striving for is obnoxious, but sometimes playing along is just easier than trying to explain how you think they are delusional and aggressively stupid...?

I guess if they can believe my receiving their book was worth getting in an accident, they probably have the skills to believe whatever they want... I guess that would explain a few things.

But then, is there really a point to what I do? How many people do I honestly ever think will read my thesis ~four years from now, let alone find it useful? Because really, that moment, where I was flying, or should I say falling, and didn't know if I'd be walking away, or hospitalized, or dead, but couldn't think about any of this, only react. That moment was a bit more worth living than most.

Because everything happens for a reason, all the babies infected with AIDS in africa, surely something good will come of it eventually. God -certainly my God- wouldnt allow it to happen in vain. We're all just too caught up in the moment, too blind to his ways, to see what his bigger plan is.

[Doktor Howl]

Maybe God is just busy, Johnny.  Maybe a God's existence is even more hectic or dangerous than our own.

Or maybe he just eats our souls when we die, and isn't too concerned with how ripe they are.

[frogsicle]

Because everything happens for a reason, all the babies infected with AIDS in africa, surely something good will come of it eventually. God -certainly my God- wouldnt allow it to happen in vain. We're all just too caught up in the moment, too blind to his ways, to see what his bigger plan is.

Besides i can think of a reason for most things things that happen in my own, sheltered bubble, those children are so far away (maybe their not even real?). Cleary everthing happens for a reason.

Maybe God is just busy, Johnny.  Maybe a God's existence is even more hectic or dangerous than our own.

Or maybe he just eats our souls when we die, and isn't too concerned with how ripe they are.

mmmm, souls, probably would be yummy, don't know that I blame him.

[Doktor Howl]

mmmm, souls, probably would be yummy, don't know that I blame him.

[LMNO]

"God works in malevolent ways."

Fixed for accuracy.