Slot-machine God
A snippet from Donald Miller
For me, however, there was a mental wall between religion and god. I could walk around inside religion and never, on any sort of emotional level, understand that God was a person, an actual Being with thought and feelings and that sort of thing. To me, God was more of an idea. It was something like a slot machine, a set of spinning images that dolled out reards based on behavior and, perhaps, chance.
The slot-machine God provided a relief for the pinging guilt and a sense of hope that my life would get organized toward a purpose. I was too dumb to test the merit of the slot machine idea. I simply began to pray for forgiveness, thinking the cherries might line up and the light atop the machine would flash, spilling shiny tokens of good fate. What I was doing was more in line with superstition than spirituality. But it worked. If something nice happened to me, I thought it was God, and if something nice didn’t, I went back to the slot machine, knelt down in prayer, and pulled the lever a few more times. I liked this God very much because you hardly had to talk to it and it never talked back.
Some people will admit to this idea of God, others won’t. The Prayer of Jabez is nothing more than the slot-machine God with a few layers of rationalization put on top of it. It’s the sort of Christianity that my employers seem to have. It was the sort of Christianity I had even though College. To be sure, I had heaped layers upon layers of rationalization on top of that basic idea. The idea of a slot-machine god is too absurd for a rational being to accept. Yet, when you roll back the layers of rationalization, I was a bit surprised to find the slot-machine God idea at the root of it all. That’s the problem with smart people, we have a way of heaping junk on top of simple concepts until we no can no longer see the underlying concept at the heart of it all.
I haven’t been to church in quite some time now. And, every time I go I find this gut-level repulsion. Sure, I could name half a dozen things why I think I don’t like church. But, those things I could name wouldn’t be IT. They are just layers piled on top of the proverbial slot-machine. No, discovering something so buried takes revelation, and that’s not something you buy at church-mart, despite what the friendly church-mart greeter says.
I can just see a few people saying, ‘Don’t be so negative!’ I am really hating the Pollyanna optimist right now. It seems to me that optimists are really bad at looking toward the future. When the future slaps them in the face, the answer is ‘well, that was unavoidable’, or ‘WTF!?!?!!, Who slapped me?’ all the while the scorned pessimist is shaking his/her head in incredulity. Hehe, my employer is going to get slapped in the face at the coming monday morning meeting, while some of the other engineers will be shaking their heads. From my recent experiences, it seems that optimism goes hand in hand with gross ignorance and/or denial of the obvious. Optimism needs to be supported by the fundamentals instead of the fundamentals being supported by optimism. Of course, the same can be said of the true pessimists as well. I laughed really hard at the folks who filled their garages with Y2K provisions for when our infrastructure was going to collapse at the turn of the century. Hehe, that’s still good for a giggle.