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The death-determined taxi drivers of Bangkok sit kind of side-saddle. They will explain in passable English that they are leaving room for Buddha who is the real driver of the vehicle.
Speaking of gods and cars, a post to Charisma is quite informative. It is titled: “The Amazing Moment the Colorado Baker Suddenly Started Serving Christ.”
Phillips says he was driving home from work one night when he heard God speak.
“I just felt like God came into my car and convicted me of my sins. It just took a few seconds. ‘You’re a sinner. You need a Savior. It’s Jesus Christ.’
“I said, ‘You’re right. Let me clean up my life.’
“He said, ‘You can’t.’
“I said, ‘You’re right. I’m Yours.’ So I gave my life to Christ, driving home from work,” Phillips said.
Telling his wife was easier than he’d expected. He was afraid she would leave him for becoming a Christian, but instead, she said she’d decided to follow Christ three days earlier.
Phillips is an easy target for my derision and my skepticism. My observant Christian friends inform me that Jesus would have baked the damned cake. Jesus was kind and he stated that Jews have an obligation to obey (Roman) laws.
A full and rich support system is in place to support Phillips’ childlike delusions (if in fact Phillips believes that he really experienced what he claims).
Skeptics like me assume that people turn to a deity when they are unable to solve one of life’s more serious problems. People claim that God came to them to assert that they are among The Chosen. The support system thrives on this kind of reassurance. It will not deny a testimony no matter how ludicrous it seems to be.
At least the aforementioned taxi drivers keep a hand on the steering wheel and a foot near the brake. Belief is one thing. The prospect of being hurled through the windshield provides some pragmatism.