As I write this I am sitting in a train station in North Charleston, SC. We heard on the news this morning that a tornado ripped through Alabama and is heading into North Carolina, possibly back to the Fayetteville area, where we were a few days ago, and which suffered tornado damage a short while ago. So far as I know Pat Robertson has not yet pointed out the obvious, so I’ll have to do it: this visitation is the judgment of an angry God on the people of the South, particularly those in Alabama, for their sins. The problem is, the sins must be of an unusual kind, as the good folks in Alabama cannot be faulted for being insufficiently anti-gay, anti-poor, anti-choice, anti-big government (I’m sure, incidentally, that they’ll turn down Obama’s federal disaster aid) or, Lord knows, anti-black. If it’s one thing the people of Alabama, at least the godly white folks among them know how to do, it’s hate each and every group that the God of love commands them to hate.
So it is something of a mystery. What is the God of love punishing them for, since they are doing his work here on earth so well.
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