Another thing that I did for the Forsaken by God service that we held at the end of the Atheism for Lent Course that I ran at Journey last year, was modify some dialogue from Angels in America, adding a sprinkling of Nietzsche’s madman, to make a reading entitled, “Sue the Bastard”:
The prophet, yes. That is what they call me. I am like a madman in a market place.
God abandoned us. He isn’t coming back. And if he ever did come back, if he ever dared to show his face in the garden again, if he ever returned to see how much suffering his abandonment had created, and if all he had to offer was death, we should sue the bastard. That’s my only contribution to all this theology, all this a/theology. Sue the bastard for walking out. How dare he?! He walked out on us, He ought to pay.
We suffer. But we don’t want death, we want life. I want more life. So bless me anyway. I want more life, I can’t help myself, I do, I want more life. I’ve lived through such terrible times and there are people who’ve lived through much, much worse. But we see them living anyway, when they’re more spirit than body, when they’re more sores than skin, when they’re burned and in agony, when flies lay eggs in the corners of the eyes of their children, they live. I don’t know if it’s not braver to die, but I recognise the habit, the addiction of being alive. We don’t want death, we don’t want After Life, we want life, here and now. And if we can find hope anywhere, anyhow, that’s it, that’s the best we can do. So bless us anyway, we want more life.
Thus spake the prophet!