Ex-President Trump’s talking head, lady in pink Kayleigh McEnany laments the closing of houses of worship, where people gather to spread Covid-19. And she is only concerned about those two-faced Democrat politicians (though to be fair all politicians are two-faced) who violate the restrictions rather than concerned about the people the restrictions are protecting. She can’t fathom that the restriction is temporary and impose for public safety. She wears the cross, so she believes that death is only temporary. Good for her. Those who wear the Darwin fish necklace, however, aren’t so sure, thus aren’t in a big hurry to meet the grim reaper.
However, I sympathize with believers who want to attend churches, mosques, and temples so that they can ask, “God, where in the fuck are You? Being all-knowing can’t You see that we’re suffering and dying down here? And where in the hell is Your Son, our so-called Savior? Again He is missing in action when most needed, and He’s been missing for 2000 years. You know if I call the fire department because Antifa has set my business afire, firefighters will arrive if they are not overwhelmed by fires set by arsonists. If I call the police because a Democratic mob is threatening to invade my home, they will come if they are not to busy fighting Black Lives Matter looters and arsonists. If I call for an ambulance, medics will arrive, slowly because of the large number of Covid-19 victims, but they will come. Firefighters, cops, and medics (and other members of government programs, services, and agencies designed to help citizens, i.e., good socialism) will come, and if necessary they will risk their mortal lives to save me and my family. So where are You, God? Where are You, Jesus? Why don’t You come and help? You can’t be injured, You can’t suffer, and You can’t die (the resurrection proved that much). Yet the people who do come can be injured, can suffer, and can die. And when they are dead, they don’t get to come back to life to chat with their friends and then go off to live happily ever after. Their lives are over.
There is no reason to praise You. You’re a sham. You say You love us and are our savior but You don’t show it. And You will burn most of us in Hell just because we didn’t believe in You. And why should we when You’re never around when needed? Like Ex-President Trump, You’re a phony—all talk and no action. You will not save us. Medical researchers who have spent decades hard at work as students and researchers will save us with a vaccine. And You do not care for us. Doctors, nurses, and other medical staffers work tirelessly and dangerously to comfort and care for us. So, I want to go to church to tell You that I’ve had enough. You’re useless. You are like Epicurus’ gods who live their happy lives apart from humanity and ignore our suffering. You do not deserve my praise. I cannot rely on You, no one can. I can only rely on humans who serve other humans. They, and only they, deserve my praise.
