For all the times I have done CPR or those times I have to deal with a major trauma, never once did I see Jesus there waiting to take a turn at chest compressions, I never once saw the Holy Ghost crawl into an upside down car wreak with me, and God sure as hell was not there when I had to scale up out of that 20ft deep drainage ditch and had to explain to a Mother that her 11 year old son was dead under that 4-wheeler and there was nothing anyone could do to fix that.

God ain't never had anything to do with it.

[–] psud@aussie.zone 1 points 5 days ago

That's a story from thousands of years ago. I don't think their standards for 1. Death; or 2. Veracity in stories were up to the standards we would like were it non fiction