My subconscious told me something as I woke up this morning. It said that God is like a barn to park your biplane.
You may not need it, for the world is a big place and you can certainly park your plane anywhere you want to when you touch down for the night, but, if you do, a barn can sometimes keep your plane from blowing away in a terrible storm.
Of course if there's a big enough storm almost anything can blow away.
I've met people who believed in God and, when life tossed them a bad storm, their faith in God blew away. I guess they had crappy barns.You may not need it, for the world is a big place and you can certainly park your plane anywhere you want to when you touch down for the night, but, if you do, a barn can sometimes keep your plane from blowing away in a terrible storm.
Of course if there's a big enough storm almost anything can blow away.
I've also met a few Agnostics and Atheists who cashed-in during one of a life's many storms. Both types, believers and non-believers, didn't make it through the bad storms of life.
Evil Eddie occasionally screams through the bars in his cage that if you believe in God to help you through some of the larger storms in life, using faith as protection, it's okay, but there's always going to be storms and you're pretty much f*cked.
What are the storms? The death of a loved one, pain and suffering, or misery and hopelessness. Perhaps even a really bad movie.
If you live long enough you're bound to see a few storms. Of course if you don't live very long your death may be the storm you leave behind. Pft.
Pragmatic Eddie reminds me that this is the nature of storms and the frail faith of human beings who look for the reason, or the hand of God behind every storm.
And that storms are just a natural part of life. We simply dodge them for as long as possible until one of them catches us unprepaired. Although, I think deep down Pragmatic Eddie is just as afraid of storms as the rest of us.
As far as types of people: I've seen the difference between compassionate and hopeful believers in God and the self-centeredness and hopelessness of the barnless.
The barners will usually cut you some slack, give you a hand and a smile while the non-barners will pass you by or stick a gun in your belly. In really bad storms the barners last a lot longer than the non-barners. It's understandable.
Although I've also met barners I wouldn't trust to take care of pet goat, and I've met non-barners so honest that I'd walk the world for them. It takes all kinds of people to make decent adventure story.
Actually, my subconscious' stormy little story falls apart with a small amount of examination. When you consider that very few barnstormers in the 1920s, back when it was popular, ever parked their biplanes in the barn.
So, scratch all of what I just said, but don't blame the barn gol-dang barn when you live in Tornado Alley or on the Gulf Coast. Amen?
Bible Banger Eddie
(not to be confused with Good Eddie or Redneck Eddie, both of whom still believe in God but are not nearly as eloquent)
[Eddie Vincent is a fictional character created by Wade Buffington. Views expressed by Mr. Vincent do not necessarily represent the views of Wade Buffington. Any similarities between Eddie and Wade are entirely coincidental.]
(not to be confused with Good Eddie or Redneck Eddie, both of whom still believe in God but are not nearly as eloquent)
[Eddie Vincent is a fictional character created by Wade Buffington. Views expressed by Mr. Vincent do not necessarily represent the views of Wade Buffington. Any similarities between Eddie and Wade are entirely coincidental.]
