There may not be a God, but ostriches definitely exist

Earlier in the week, as I was travelling up to a friend's, I picked up a copy of The Guardian (it seems I've become like that...) to pass the journey, and stumbled upon this article by Polly Toynbee. Now it's this sort of article that could spawn a thousand blog posts (and for all I know, already has), but I shall limit myself to comment on the slogans the British Humanist Association has decided to print on buses:

"There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life."

I'm guessing the intention to be a counterbalance to the bible verses put up by the Trinitarian Bible Society, a nice little message to not get caught up in all this "religion" and to get on with life in the present. Except I don't think it really gets there - after all, this is meant to be a counterthrust to those who claim there is a God who is worth bothering about, and moreso that:

"It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God."

Hebrews 10:31

Now, if that's the two arguments, I really, really do not want the word "probably" to still be there before I "stop worrying and enjoy my life". The phrase "smile, it might never happen" seems a little patronising and lacking in comfort when the worry is about some variety of minor stress, and I am a little astonished to see the British Humanist Association using an equivalent to casually pass over matters of eternal significance.

I want to stop before I start to sound like I'm presenting some form of Pascal's Wager, or making Christianity sound like all it has to offer is a psychological feeling of security, both of which I feel does not do justice to the truth and beauty of the message gospel, but it is simply interesting to note that the offering of the leading "freethinking" society in this country is that we can't be sure but let's not worry our pretty little heads about such lofty things...