Look, life is full of coincidences, if you don’t realize that you are at risk of believing that every time you think of a friend or family member and they call you on the phone that you may be some sort of psychic.
I get it, I really do. I remember hearing a song on the radio when I was a teenager, ironically, a song that every pop station in the area was playing at least once per hour, and being sure it was the cosmos reaching out through the ether to give me a message.*
Well, I suspect that’s not how it works, or if it does work that way, the universe is stupid, as it should be about reducing suffering in general and preventing the pain and suffering of innocents in particular, not giving me a vague sensation of wellness when I think about my family and then they call me shortly thereafter.
And I wasn’t going to do this, but for whatever reason it popped in my head so instead of reviewing I’ll tell this quick, and absolutely true** story.
At my last job in the states, I worked with a Russian immigrant, she was being hired in the weeks prior to my time there ending. She was religious, extremely religious. I get being fervent, I really do. I was once a fundamentalist Christian myself, and bought in, hook, line, and sinker, to some of the more uncomfortable conclusions one comes to when refusing to soften on some spiritual conclusions you can get when taking a 2-3 thousand year old book as a guide to modern life.
But she was using the fact of her immigration to the U.S. as proof of His divine intervention on her behalf to get her from her home in Russia to the States.
“What part of you coming here relies on a miracle?” I asked.
“Uh, Russians don’t get to immigrate to the U.S.,” she said.
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“It is.”
“So, God moved the hearts and minds of bureaucrats to approve your visa to that U.S., despite the fact that you are young, have a masters degree in physics, and had family/sponsors here willing to take you in, and that’s your full blown miracle?”
“Yes.”
“Did you know that something like 9-10 million children under the age of 4 die every year?*** Many of them dying alone, it great pain, and after untold suffering? Many of them from Christian families, who would have prayed fervently for their recovery.”
“No, they weren’t Christians?”
“What?”
“Real Christians wouldn’t suffer like that. They weren’t really believers.”
“Do you mean the children, or their parents? Because either answer still means the innocent child is suffering.”
At this point she sort of shrugged her shoulders as if to imply that I just don’t
get it. She went on to explain, for the rest of the conversation, that God takes care of his own, and people that suffer, have car wrecks, get cancer, etc, just aren’t real Christians. To this day it’s the most baffling conversation about faith I’ve ever had. I told her that if her worldview was true, then her God was a monster, but that that point, we were seconds from descending into name-calling anyway.
And again, that might seem like a fake conversation used as a rhetorical device by me, but it’s not. I swear that it was real. And I’m still shaken by it now, half a decade later.
And so, what got me thinking about all this was that I’d just watched a documentary about the kid’s soccer team in Thailand that got trapped in that cave a few years ago as it flooded. I’m not sure if anyone remembers, but it was all over the news at the time, and against all odds, they were rescued. People died trying to reach them, and some of the foreign rescuers faced potential prison time if they didn’t succeed in their rescue attempt.+
That documentary was pretty good, and it showed what a hell scape caving can be. Then I read this book, about what I thought was an unrelated topic, and found it was more about the unmitigated terror that spelunking is.
It’s almost as if the universe is trying to tell me something!
Whatever, this book was good, I thought. Not my favorite, but for my sake, it was worth the read. It was about the discovery of a significant find of not-quite-human remains from some of our ancient cousins and the efforts put forward to recover them.
*The message, if it were taken from the lyrics of the song, is that I have a disease, which is being in love, and the cure, which is also being in love, will kill me, but without said cure, I will also die. Honestly, it’s hard to see why, of all the things the cosmic powers could share with me, that it would be that. But, I can’t think of any non-supernatural explanation why a song that I wanted hear and was insanely popular at the time and was in heavy rotation on every radio station that I listen to, would play precisely at the time when I was switching stations to hear a song that I liked after barely half an hour of listening to the radio. Yeah, psychic phenomena.
** I when I throw in an adverb right before something like that, I’m usually being sarcastic, and am about to tell you something, if if true, is at least hyperbolic. This time I’m not, that story is true.
***That number, per the WHO, has been steadily trending downward since 1990, when 12.6 Million children under 5 that died, in 2020, the number was around 5 million.
+I’m a little unsure of the actual risk for the rescuers in a failed attempt, but in what appeared to be a case of horribly misaligned incentives, if they did nothing, and all the children died, then no one was to blame. That 100% of those kids would die if nothing was done was irrelevant. But someone actually attempting a rescue, and even if they saved 10 of the 11children, would make the rescuer criminally liable for that death. Maybe. It was a line from the documentary that was said and brushed off. I’m not really sure how liable they really would have been if there’d been an accident.