The Celestial Dice Again

A while back one of my relatives sent me a link to a page about a guy having survived a vehicle accident that parked him four-down on the edge of a hundred-odd foot cliff. The banner for it read something like "I bet this guy will be in church on Sunday!"
     Now this relative is a church-goin' person, believer and all that. So this missive was sent by way of attempting to get me to join her in the superstitionism of her choice, which happens to be praise-god, witness-for-the-lord, full-gospel, Jesus-focused Christianity.
     Of course, I looked at the picture and wondered if the god that had saved this guy's neck were the same god who'd allowed a drunken, masturbating, rejected-by-call girls Muslim to plow into a British man and his young son, snuffing both of them mid-stroke. I figured that if god were too busy to save them but had time to save a guy at a cliff's edge, then god's reasons for doing what it had done must be very, very bizarre.
     Save a guy in a pick-up to show the world how a miracle works. Let a non-Christian, drunk moron kill a father and son who just happened to be standing by the side of the road when they were mowed down by the car. One guy gets off. The other guy, in the process of getting off, kills two people.
     How's that work, math-wise? How's that work ration-wise?
     How's god think it can save one life to show off its power over evil and bad shit happenin' and let two other folks die from evil bad shit happenin'?
     Don't make no sense to me.
     So the response to that was that god doesn't have to explain itself.
     Which is a blind fall blank answer.
     God doesn't have to explain why it allows evil in the world, leaving us to think that (a) god allows evil for some reason or (b) god has no power over evil, except in rare cases, or © god is a pernicious little vituperative shit who intervenes in the course of time and space just to keep us guessin'.
     Or there is no god and the sunabitch at the edge of the cliff was just lucky and the father & son were unlucky.
     Not that luck makes any sense either.

Now, when I brought these points up with my believing relative, it was is if I had run buck nekkid through the church at the consecration of the host in a mass celebrated by the pope of the universe.
     How could I not believe?
     Well, that's easy. I think the explanation is in my treatment of the situation above. I don't believe because I see no sign of any deity worthy of my going on a huge tuchus-licking prayer cycle. Especially if that deity is as venal and self-absorbed as to let things get the way they are when children are dying of hunger and other folks are wrapping bombs around their children and sending them off into markets to be blown up by remote control.
     "Here, Ahmed, put this on. It fits you nice, don't it?"
     "Boom."
     Yeah, right. I can believe in that. Sure.