Saturday, June 19, 2010

Facebook Follies: God killed you because He wanted me to suffer to make a point

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put his arms around you and whispered "come with me". With tearful eyes I watched you, and saw you pass away. Although I loved you dearly I could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest...God broke my heart to prove to me He... only takes the...BEST. (Repost if you have a loved one in Heaven) 

I didn't blog about this vapid, inane, saccharine poem the first time a Facebook friend posted it as his/her status. Nor the second. Nor the third. But now that I've gotten this same status update from a half dozen friends, I've had enough!

Really, do you people even think about the things you write and profess to believe? 

God saw..."a cure was not to be"? Wait! What? Aren't you the same people who were praying to God to cure me? Who ask me to pray for you when you are sick, or your family members when they're seriously ill? Are you now saying that God doesn't have the power to cure?

And don't you believe that God is all-knowing and has an eternal plan--you know that secret, mysterious one--for all of us since before the beginning of time? So wasn't it always God's plan that your loved one die at exactly the moment and in exactly the same way as her/his death happened? 

"God broke my heart to prove to me He... only takes the...BEST"? Aren't you always going on about how loving God is? What the heck kind of loving God kills someone you love to hurt you to prove a point? Yes, I've heard other Christians claim that God killed someone to "make a point," although that point is usually "you did something that made me mad, so now I'm going to show you that's a bad idea, and kill someone you love. So there!" But I thought you didn't believe in that mean, vengeful God, but the nice, loving one.

And, let me get this straight, your loved one's death is really all about you?

Finally, I assure you I will not be posting this as my status, because while I've had good, wonderful people--most of whom believed in your God--that I loved die, they're not in "Heaven." There is no Heaven, no life after death, as comforting as that fairy tale might be to you.

1 comment:

  1. (Urk.)

    That is precisely the kind of pseudo-thoughtful, sentimental, twisted crap I hate the most.

    And I'm sure that whoever wrote it thought it was so cute, sweet, touching, and clever. Or maybe it was someone in psych-ops, you never can tell.