Norm Coleman tells the New York Times that he binds his tefillin every morning and prays because his senatorial race is in God's hands now.
In God's hands how, exactly? This is the god-will-tell-me-what-I-want-to-hear crap that drives me insane and makes genuine religious workers feel funny inside. I mean, come on Norm, if you're waiting for a sign from God, how about that you just LOST YOUR APPEAL? Or was it God telling you to appeal the appeal, as you've now announced you'll be doing?
When people ascribe fate or the hand of God to every shift in the wind, they abdicate their own duty as workers of the world: social, humanitarian, capitalist, moral, political: all of it. If Norm Coleman really believed this was in God's hands, perhaps he would open his heart to his own responsibilities to the greater good and bow away. Who knows, perhaps so would Al Franken. But Al has not declared his fate to be in the hands of God, so apparently he's still claiming some lingering desire to want to be a Senator from Minnesota. Norm Coleman's desire has now evaporated in that toxic piousness and religiously-voided personal responsibility that so many use to shield their ugliness, vanity, and greed.
Please Norm, keep God out of this Minnesota outhouse of power-lust. Don't feel bad about wanting to win - you're just human, that's all.
