Some woman I never met told me point blank at the gym that I should pray more. After staring at her in disbelief for ten solid seconds, she told me I had a disability because I had sinned. Obviously.
So I asked her why I should pray a God that disabled me: she told me God loved me and had a plan for me. Tough love I guess. But hey, if there’s a plan…
Then I asked her if my limbs would grow back if I prayed enough: no she said, but it’s not too late to let Jesus into my life.
Well that made total sense. I’m off to church then…
When I was a kid I heard the same type of bull shit spewed from even my mom. Someone in a wheel chair had some sort of disability, and I hear my mom say, god would heal them if they prayed more and stopped swearing so much. I think this was one of the things that had a huge impact in turning me away from god. Such petty and disgusting gossip, but the disabled person is the one god needs to forgive…