I walk past St. John’s Lutheran Church on Christopher Street fairly regularly: it’s on the way to the closest subway, my bank, a health food store I like, my eye doctor, the “good” stationary store I frequent, and probably a thousand other places I go. Through its wrought iron gates I saw this today:
What kind of god suffers? Certainly not an all-powerful one — obviously. Unless of course it wants to suffer, or it just wants to complain about its suffering, in which case it clearly has an unhealthy martyr complex. Or as we like to say, it’s a “Nartyr.”*
What kind of person wants to encounter a suffering god?
The suffering of any sentient being is troubling. But until someone, anyone, can demonstrate to me that (a) gods exist, (b) they suffer, and (c) there is anything I can do about it, I cannot in good conscience divert my attention for one second from actual sentient beings who are presently suffering.
So, here’s a hearty Palace “Fuck You!” to St. John’s Lutheran Church on Christopher Street.
Have a nice day.
* “Nartyr” = narcissistic martyr. Is there any other kind? No. No, there is not.