Perhaps I shouldn’t be too hasty about dismissing God’s role in so-called “natural” events as I almost might have seemed to earlier today.
After I wrote about last night’s power outage, I went out to inspect for damage. I feel it my duty to report that the power line which feeds me (and, of course, this blog) looked — and smelled — pretty gruesome. Considering that there was a downed tree cut apart nearby, it was obvious that it struck the power line, which in turn hit the ground alongside a fifty foot stretch of road, incinerating the earth itself in an eighteen inch wide area on each side of the line. It took a work crew ten hours to fix, and the whole area still reeks of that burnt electrical smell, despite near-constant rain.
Here’s the charred area, showing the remnants of the burned line:
And a closeup of a section of melted power line:
Again, while I am most hesitant to buy into such, um, lines of thinking, if I did, I might have to conclude that God hated something. But what? Was it the power line? Might it have been classical values? Or could there have been another target?
I should probably be glad I don’t think that way, because it would play hell with my self esteem if I thought God had shut me down.
(Hey, at least no readers were electrified . . .)
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I get a charge out of those pictures. Shocking!
Yes, I too was shocked by this scorched earth approach.
Can I blame Halliburton for this one? I have such a hard time remembering which things we can blame Halliburton for, and which things require other scapegoats.
“I blame the Jews.”
-Hitler
“I blame the Jews, oops, I mean, Israel.”
-Cindy Sheehan
Very perceptive John!
What do we think of when we think of scorched earth, and pure evil?
Halliburton, of course!
(I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before, but sometimes two heads are better than one.)
When I think of scorched earth, I think of Ra sending Sekhmet to burn up the earth and everybody on it. Later, He changed his mind, but She was having too much fun, so He got Her really drunk and then when she woke up She changed her mind about it, too. Beer saved the world.
But that joke about the lettuce is getting a little old. har! har!
Old? Lettuce not dwell on the past!