Jesus and the birds

[Fake Messiah]

how doesn't it make sense? like with the birds food is always there.

Except for the birds who end up as food

[brewer]

[Drich]

how doesn't it make sense? like with the birds food is always there.

Except for the birds who end up as food

indeed

[Fake Messiah]

Indeed. This also reminds me of Julia Sweeney and what she said:

The next day we visited an island where the Blue-footed Boobies were tending to their new babies. The Blue-footed Booby babies are the cutest animals in the world, almost to the level of absurdity. They have this bright, white, longhaired fur that sticks out all over, and these blue beaks and feet, and these huge plaintive eyes.

Usually the Blue-footed Boobies have just one baby per pregnancy, but every once in awhile they have two. And when they do the stronger sibling usually pecks the brains out of the weaker one.

So we were looking at all these adorable Blue-footed Booby babies and then we found one pecking the brains out of its weaker sibling. And the naturalist was telling us that this was routine. That now the frigate bird would probably come soon and carry the dead baby off to feed its family. That's the way it went.

And I looked at this poor doomed Blue-footed Booby baby, with its brains hanging out of its head. And we sort of looked at each other in the eye for a moment. He looked at me like, "What are you going to do? I'm the weaker Blue-footed Booby baby."

I thought, "Oh. God... is not nature. God is not nature. I mean, nature is floods and famines and earthquakes and viruses and little Blue-footed Booby babies getting their brains pecked out by their stronger sibling. God, I mean, the God I know, the God of love and compassion, that isn't exactly found in nature.

[brewer]

Don't look. Warning. Jesus not holding up to well. Birds winning!

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[Angrboda]

That only looks like a human skeleton....

[The Grand Nudger]

how doesn't it make sense? like with the birds food is always there. 

Oh how I wish it were so!  My only cost is feed.  

In Mere Reality, it's often the case that there isn't enough food for a given population of animals.  Food doesn't just lay around, like it were on a shelf in a box.  Food moves.  Food protects itself.  Food is difficult to access.  Food is monitored by predators.  Sometimes...food...isn't.

Still, let's actually run with this.  For some species with extreme mobility - all of the above problems can be solved by turning into a ravenous migrant caravan of eaters.  Is this what you imagine your god was advising?

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........or.......Is this what you imagine that some magically limited human manifestation of your god - who doesn't know everything let alone important details about feeding birds..was advising?

#choices.

Mind you, I actually like this story - but it's manifestly clear that Jesus™ was speaking to a civilized and romanized crowd about pigeons. No one who keeps animals could do anything but laugh if some asshole said that as an assertion about reality-at-large. Now, or then. I'm guessing that you won't appreciate the specific pastoral context of your gods exhortation?

[brewer]

That only looks like a human skeleton....

It's Jesus damnit.

Stop ruining my fun.