Through science, common sense and a bunch of adult church men taking ‘ten minutes in heaven’ a little too far we have succesfully killed God, well done team. So what do we now when we’re told some bad/horrific news that we have no control over?
Back in the day an acceptable response would be ‘I’ll keep you in my prayers tonight’ and if we ignore for a moment that this meant speaking to the great Mufasa in the sky, it’s lovely. One person saying to another, ‘tonight I’m going to be thinking of you and I’m personally going to write a letter to God with my brain.’ It’s the perfect way to genuinely feel as though you are helping (or at least a way to relieve the guilt of not being the one suffering.)
What do we have now?
- ‘Sorry to hear that mate, but, bonus time, you’ve just inspired me to write a blog so it’s not all doom and gloom. Chin up.’
- Hold up our crossed fingers and then toodle merrily on your way.
Or are we now more empowered to help than we’ve been before? Instead of absolving ourselves of all responsibility and handing it over to Mufasa, we can instead down a can of sugar filled wake up juice and proactivly change some ones life. A tweet of support can seem flippant at first, but when all grouped together can be words of overwhelming support from people across the globe, all you need to do is look at the response to the news about Iain Banks or Roger Ebert (or when all people across the world spoke one word with 15 satellites.) Hopefully friends and family we see these with the love intended and not an intrusion into their lives at such a devistating time. Is that not better than a prayer in silence?
Then you have the joy of crowd funding. The wonderful Just Giving makes it quick an easy to create a personal space to collect donations and makes it super easy for people to hand over hard earned cash.
But this all takes a lot of willing and humans a rather lazy bunch and with the removal of prayer have we also lost a sense of hope?
I don’t know.
What I do know is that a friend has been diagnosed with Burkett’s lymphoma and my platitudes didn’t feel like enough.
if you thoroughly enjoyed yourself reading this, you can read about how Facebook and dead people confuse me.