I find myself giving serious thought to something Sarah Palin has said for the first time in my life as my anger over the oil spill in the Gulf turns to despair:
Wouldn’t it be nice if Mrs. Drill, Baby Drill was right? Wouldn’t it be nice if God would come in and rescue us from our own stupidity? If enough of us prayed, maybe the Alpha and Omega, the Creator of the Universe and all that is within it might somehow come down and miraculously cap the well, clean up the Gulf and create a rainbow to promise us that this would never happen again?
It sure would be nice.
But in another sense, isn’t praying for a miracle in the Gulf just another easy cop out for Americans? Another quick-fix to a difficult and inconvenient reality; a divine accounting trick or bailout that would balance our books and make us not have to face reality?
“Here God, we’ve done all we can. You fix it!”
The reality is that we are the ones consuming all this oil…the reality is that if that oil wasn’t spilled in the gulf right now, it’d probably be in our gas tanks, waiting to be burned off into our atmosphere, and we’d think everything was kosher.
But we don’t want to face that reality, so we’re asked to pray to God to treat the symptom (the spill) rather than the disease (oil addiction). Indeed, Palin doesn’t even advise us to pray that we cure ourselves of oil addiction; she just wants God to cap the well so that things can go back to normal.
Inasmuch as a sincere and heart-felt prayer to the Almighty might make me feel good, might make me think I’m doing something positive to stop the spill, I think I’ll keep on singing the same tune I have on this blog: we, right here in Santa Clarita, you and I, should reduce our oil consumption as much as possible until a better solution comes along. We are the solution to our problem!
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