Friday

Bad Things

You know a question you never hear asked? Why do bad things happen to bad people?

Work with me here. Everyone always asks why bad things happen to good people (if they're interested in justice) or why good things happen to bad people (if they're jealous or vindictive... I mean, if they're interested in justice too, I guess). These are, despite the fact that most people don't think before they ask them, excellent questions.

They don't mean much if you think the universe is essentially random, or if you think that the universe is ruled by a cruel and capricious deity or deities (the Aztecs come trippingly to mind; it must not have been a question they asked their priests very often: "Why does Huitzilopochtli, cruel god who demands blood sacrifices, allow bad things to happen to good people?" Answer: he's a jerk). But if you, like many people who believe in a deity these days, believe in a God of infinite love and compassion, it's a fair question to ask why He or She or It or They don't evidence that compassion much.

The answer given defines faith, I suppose. If you say, "Well, God works in mysterious ways," that means something different from saying, "God doesn't cause bad things to happen, but we wouldn't have free will if He stepped in and kept bad things from happening." There are countless other ways to answer the question of bad things happening to good people, just as there are countless ways to explain good things happening to the bad.

But no one ever asks why bad things happen to bad people (or the corollary, why good things happen to good people, although that's slightly less illustrative).

Logically, it's just as good a question. If God(s) is(are) of infinite love, He/She/It/They should be opposed to bad things happening to anyone. Think about it; if you love someone (even non-infinitely) you should be opposed to bad things happening to them, regardless of their character. You might understand that there are consequences to bad actions, but you shouldn't wish those consequences on those you love, even if they deserve them. Now that doesn't mean you want them to escape consequences, just that you don't wish for bad things to happen to them. That seems to me to be a function of love.

So the answers that are given to the question, "Why does God allow bad things to happen to good people?" should be just as valid for the question, "Why does God allow bad things to happen to bad people?" In fact, the question really could simply read, "Why does God allow bad things to happen to people?"

And again, those answers are illustrative. "To punish the wicked!" is definitely a different religion from, "God works in mysterious ways," which is different from, "Free will."

But the issue is that people ask certain questions and not the equally-valid opposites. And I think that the reason for that is that people want bad things to happen to bad people, and they want God to do it. You can disagree personally, but you have to admit that there are probably a lot of people out there who feel that way. We all think we're good, so only good things should happen to us, and people who oppose us are bad, and thus should get only bad things. Mercy isn't a quality which is possessed by many people, and when it comes down to it, most societies are set up to punish rather than be merciful.

Is God? If you happen to believe in a deity who is all-loving, all-compassionate, all-merciful, shouldn't it be as difficult for that deity to punish the wicked as to reward the virtuous?

I think asking the question, despite it being something of a knee-jerk reaction rather than a thought-out response to tragedy, illustrates more, perhaps, than the answer does.

Saturday

Gone to the Country

Chirac gives away 'violent' dog

Former French President Jacques Chirac has announced that he has given away his beloved dog [Sumo] after it attacked him for a third time.

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The dog is now said to be enjoying life on a farm in the French countryside.

"Honey... I'm sorry, but... Sumo had to... go away for a while."

"No, no, he's visiting all his doggy friends on a farm in the French countryside. You know, he's happier there. Because he can run and play in the grass. You know he was never happy living in the city, and now he can make friends with all the farm animals and other dogs. Who knows, maybe he'll meet a nice lady dog and they'll get married."

"Um... no, I don't think it would be good to visit him. At least not now. Maybe later. Because... well, he might see you and think you were sad and then he'd be sad. You don't want him to be sad, do you honey?"

"I tell you what. We'll get a new dog."

"No, don't cry. Sumo's happy now. He's... on a farm in the French countryside. Really. We'll go right now and get a new dog and let Sumo be happy on his farm."

Seriously, my parents never did this to me, but "said to be enjoying life on a farm" is a universal euphemism for "dead." Next we'll be told that Sumo is "suffering from exhaustion" and has to visit a rehab clinic, "just to get his energy back." Then maybe he'll meet with Hugo Chavez and hold up today's newspaper to prove that he's still alive.