Thing is, though, at some point a human being would rather see an end to his suffering rather than a reason for it. i’ve come to hate dolorism.
Let’s use an analogy. Picture a family man, upstanding, full of integrity, keeping his disorderly passions in check, God fearing, a model father for his kids etc. But through no fault of his own, as far as we can tell, he’s in a bad place financially. In fact it’s so bad he’s days away from having his home foreclosed, which would have a snow-ball effect on nearly all aspects of his life. Now that man has a very good friend, best friend maybe, whom he’s known since primary school, who has done extraordinarily well for himself. Let’s say he’s a billionaire, or half a billionaire (500 millon dollars is still not bad). So the financially distressed man meets his friend and starts small talk. Eventually he opens up about the mess he’s in. HIs wealthy friend is visibly moved by his friend’s account. Matter of fact he’s fighting back tears, but not entirely succesfully though, as the family man sees a tear subtly rolling down his cheek. This gives the afflicted man the impetus to muster the courage to lay aside his pride and ask his wealthy friend for a way out of his debacle. Could be a loan or a gift. The amount, of course, is insignificant, it’s a s if I was asking you, PR merger, a dime to put an end to something that torments me. In real life, i’m sure you’d do it, knowing the tons of good it would do, although I am to you but an anonymous, Internet stranger.
Now back to the story. Billionaire’s reaction is startling. He does admit that it would be a piece of cake to bail him out, but that he loves him so much that he wills his best for his friend. What’s his friend’s best, you may ask? Growth. Since problems and adversity are the greatest fertilized soil in which growth occurs, he would be failing as a true friend to help his poor friend. To put a final nail on the coffin of their friendship the wealthy man tells his unfortunate friend that since his suffering is inevitable, that at least he should make good use of it by uniting it with Christ’s sorrowful passion. The poor man did not ask his rich friend to act as Santa Claus or a vending machine, he simply asked him to act as a friend. Which is what i’ve been asking God (for a breakthrough) all my stupid life. My dime would likely be synapses and/or neurotransmitter and an upgrade of the frontal lobe. This has put me in a mental/psychological prison of which I see no way out. Is it ADD, autism spectrum, auditory processing disorder, or a combination of other factors, I don’t know, I only know it has acted as Satan: it has stolen, killed and destroyed.
NOW we can go back to what this thread is about. Namely why 21st century man does not get the benefit of irrevocable evidence of the supernatural/Christ’s deity/Christian God’s existence. Or if such evidence exists, given the ubiquity of cell phones with hd cameras, ‘‘why aren’t we seeing lots of mracles on video’’?