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Spreading the virus

‘God’ is not going to save us, so save your breath

REALITY IN THE AGE OF COVID

We, the people on this speck of sand in an infinite universe of endless galaxies, need help.

Beowulf is dead and the Silver Surfer has his hands full 13.3 billion light-years away in the galaxy MACSO647.

So, who’s going to help us?

God?

Dream on.

Thousands of Christians are still crowding together in megachurch services and praying to God to save them from Covid-19.

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I cannot think of anything more irresponsible and “un-Christian.”

Yo, Christians, you’re supposed to care about humankind and yet you’re doing the worst thing possible to further spread the disease.

Besides which, benighted brethren, you’re wasting your time.

This invisible entity, super power, Supreme Being, whatever you want to call it, may well be (Oh, Heavens, no!) a figment of your fearful and fervent imaginations, an illusion, a delusion, a stubborn holdover from a primitive era.

And even if “He” does exist, He is the God of the entire universe, and since there are two trillion galaxies in the universe, he’s too damn busy.

Forget “God,” dear delusional dreamers. Get it through your heads, our only “salvation” in this crisis, as in any crisis — world wars, global depressions, plagues, 9/11 — is Ourselves, you and me, and most of all the doctors and nurses and all the brave people on the front lines, from health workers to grocery clerks.

The only power we have to survive this microbe hell is our own personal courage and strength and the will to survive. To hell with death and “eternal life.”

The next time some Christian fantatic talks to me about “God’s will” and the “Glory of God” and “Eternal Life,” I will remind them that people in New York City are dying of the virus every three minutes — and going to eternal death.

So, “Glory of God” expounders, stop congregating in primitive prayer marathons — and criminally spreading the virus — and do something actually “Christian” like try and save lives.


With Renata de Dios

Man without a compass

Everyone, every body on this grain of sand in our infinite Universe is at the mercy of a microscopic mystery bug that kills thousands and potentially millions of people.

Everyone on earth, from tradesmen to nurses to movie stars, can become infected. Death is on everyone’s mind. We need courage and a boundless spirit of togetherness and humanity to survive this.

People of a certain age who live alone are the most vulnerable. They face not only the virus but the despair and stress of being alone. They fear being stricken with no one to help them, or even know they are gravely ill. They could be lying on the floor of their house for days before someone might decide to check on them.

This is a desperately lonely dilemma for them. They need someone to look after them, or at least be aware of their existence and look in on them at times like this. But that may never happen. People have their own lives and deaths to worry about.

A man in his seventies recently lost his wife and over the years has lost his son and two brothers. He has no family left. He is one of those people who could collapse with no one in the house to call for help, or anyone, in fact, who might think to check in on him from time to time because he has no friends in his isolated world.

Then, not long ago, a friend of his deceased wife from thirty years ago contacted him with her condolences and they have kept in touch. She says she is a messenger from God. Her very name, Renata de Dios, means “Born again of God.” She came out of the past to help this man of little to no faith.

His wife, being raised Catholic was a believer, and when he held her hand in Intensive Care as she lay dying, that was a consolation to him. And throughout the past thirteen months since her death he has prayed, in his own faltering way, for a sign from her or from her God that she is “somewhere” now and not lost forever in an oblivion of emptiness. But he has never received the slightest sensation of any communion with her or felt even a hint of her presence in his lowly bungalow.

Renata de Dios persevered. During their many telephone conversation she has tried to direct him to the “road to God.” He doesn’t rebuff her or her faith but he doesn’t embrace it. He tells her it’s not like a light switch you can suddenly turn on. You have to feel it in your heart. You have to believe it.

Once, a few weeks back, he actually set out on the road to God, only to lose his way and wander off into another wilderness of despair.

The guy seems like a hopeless case, but Renata de Dios keeps trying. What have you got to lose? she said. Give it another shot, I’m here for you, I’ll guide you.

What will this man do? What would you do? Stay tuned for the next episode of Man Without a Compass.