The Greatest Show On Earth!

Every media outlet is breathlessly demanding to know, “Where was God in Aurora?”

He was the same place He is always is. Everywhere and nowhere.

He was on an adrenaline high with the shooter, He was scared to death with the victims, He was demonstrating the last full measure of His love with the men who died shielding their loved ones, He was with the first responders who should have shot the red-headed creep dead on the spot but did not…

If you choose to believe in God, there’s no way you can do so and come to any conclusion other than that He plain doesn’t care about people the way we do, perhaps because we are such an incredibly lower life-form compared to Him.

Or perhaps because we have just not worked out the way He had hoped we would.

Because God was right there in Aurora. He’s in Syria today, as usual in armed and sports conflicts, being invoked by every party in the melee. He’s in cancer wards and hospices and the slums of India and airplanes that are flown into skyscrapers.

And He’s in puppy dogs, a friend’s embrace and perfect summer sunsets after the rain.

Evidence would tend to suggest He’s ambivalent, that God doesn’t give a damn about what happens to us these days, not on a personal level anyhow. At best, we are a spinning top he loosed from its string back around the Big Bang, and has since moved on to cooler toys.

He just doesn’t get involved in our daily affairs like He did back when we were young, in the Old Testament. Back then it was like, “Hey Yahweh, get a hobby or something, eh?”

These days, not so much.

Yes, He built us a self-sustaining universe and gave us genitals that are an awful lot of fun when used correctly, but after a while He seems to have lost interest, maybe when He saw that no matter what He did, people proved themselves the consistent the fatal flaw in his otherwise pristine experiment.

My guess is He went on and created another universe, this one without sentient beings, and that it is doing just fine.

Where was God in Aurora? Watching the show, like everybody else. None of us are here forever, and that appears to be the view that God takes. He’ll take us one-by-one in our sleep, by the handful in calamities, or by the bushel basket-full in catastrophes. Come one, come all, God’ll take you as you are and when you least expect it.

It’s nothing personal.