God, is it really nearly a month since I last posted?
Well, it was Christmas, and I have been looking after a heavily pregnant wife sitting around trying to expell the baby. Its only a week overdue now, and seems quite comfortable where it is, so it may be a while yet.
Was in the shower this morning, thinking about religion. Not in a comparative way, such as Christianity or Judaism, but in a level of belief way.
I am a member of one of the most hated and villified cults in the western world. I like cars. I drive a (gasp) Land Rover. And yes, its a V8, and does about 20mpg. I'll go into my reasons for that later, before you all condem me, and stop reading, but I do have a point, and I'm coming to it. I also am a member of a number of forums about land rovers, and this is what sparked my thoughts on religion.
Land rovers are notoriously unreliable. They break. A lot. They are not very secure either. A typical morning goes
Walk to land rover "Oh god, I hope no-ones broken in"
Open door, insert key into ignition "Oh god, I hope she starts"
Drive to end of road "Please, lord, don't stall"
Hear funny noise from gear box "Oh christ, how much is this going to cost me"
Get to petrol station "Bloody hell, how much fuel is it going to take this time"
Try to change gear "Whoever designed this gearchange should be cruicified"
Get to destination "Jesus wept, my back is killing me"
So even with all these prayers, entreaties to God, and thoughts of hell, it seems that the majority of land rover drivers that I know either do not believe at all or don't believe in the "creator god" religions.
So why do we keep talking to him?