You gotta give it to the Christians. Nothing shakes their faith in God. Just look at this week. God, in a not-rare fit of spite, whips up dozens of tornados and sends them buzz-sawing through three of the states where he is most popular: Alabama, Missouri and Georgia. Anyway, God's petulance pays off big because those holy spinners level lots of towns, demolish thousands of homes and kill over 200 people including chidlren and infants. God even manages to flatten a few churches. So here are these Christians, dragging themselves out of the rubble, bruised and bleeding, not knowing where they'll spend the night and having no idea how they'll get back on their feet, and are they mad at God. Not a bit. They're out there saying things like, "Thank the Lord, we're all still here." Or, "I'm so grateful the Heavenly Father spared my puppy, Tinky." And does even one of them curse God, who certainly must have been responsbile for all this destruction? ( I mean it couldn't have been the devil because he's not as powerful as God.) Nope. Not one word of blame. And, they'll do it every time. When God sinks a ship, burns down a hotel, causes an avalanche, creates an earthquake and follows it up with a tsunami, all the survivors are out there singing his praises and thanking him that the disaster wasn't worse. Kind of makes you wonder if there isn't a straw that breaks the camel's back. And what could it be?
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