What's up, heathens? Let's talk about one of the most bizarrely narcissistic things some people say after a tragedy. I want you to imagine a tornado or wildfire as it tears through a neighborhood. Homes destroyed, families devastated, lives lost. It shouldn't be too hard because disasters like this always happen for various reasons.

And in the middle of it all, someone proudly announces, God protected my house, or God protected this Bible, or any number of proclamations made by religious folks when nature strikes.

Really?

God skipped saving lives but ensured your deck furniture wasn't scratched?

Think about what that claim implies.

God specifically chose to save your trivial, material possessions,

but decided to let men, women, and children die?

He stood by and watched as your neighbor's homes were flattened, burned, and their lives lost.

Does your God care more about inconsequential material things than he does about innocent lives?

So either God plays favorites with property values, or he's the celestial equivalent of a slum lord who only fixes your

leaky roof while ignoring everyone else's collapsing walls.

And it's not just self-centered, it's outright insulting.

God saved a Bible while someone else dies?

That's not something to be celebrated.

It's cosmic narcissism. You're turning God into a

materialistic micromanager who cares more about your siding with someone, who cares more about

your siding than someone's loved ones. Here's the truth. Disasters don't come with divine

preference. Tornadoes or wildfires don't steer around the houses of the faithful.

Instead of crediting God for sparing your patio,

maybe focus on helping the people whose lives have been completely shattered.

Because at the end of the day, it's not divine intervention that rebuilds homes or saves lives.

It's human compassion. And that's something that we can all

...