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So whose fault is that, exactly?
According to the Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr Rowan Williams, humanity risks being "choked, drowned or starved by its own stupidity" if we don't take action now about issues such as climate change.
I'm not quite sure how he knows this, as I've never heard Williams claim to be on first name terms with God, who'll give him a call once a week or so to let him know what's going down, but I suppose he is probably more familiar with him than I am (I refused to go to Sunday School, even as a five-year-old, which is probably enough to condemn me to eternal damnation anyway).
(As an aside, I was slightly surprised to hear that people still believe in global warming, as I thought that idea had been comprehensively trashed, but I guess Dr Rowan is a bit unworldly.) Still, when it comes to intervening, God does have a bit of previous. He wouldn't, after all, intervene to save six million (or whatever the number really is) Jews from the Nazis, or stop Muslims flying aeroplanes into tower blocks or Catholics blowing up schoolchildren in Warrington (but then maybe God isn't a Proddy and doesn't mind a bit of Papist murder). Although listen to the sort of people who run Alpha courses (look it up yourself on wiki; I can't be bothered to explain), they'll tell you that God intervenes all the time, to save cripples and such like, which to my mind shows a certain lack of discrimination. "Six million Jews? Nah, can't be bothered with that one; but ooh! look! Little Timmy's got a badly broken leg, better do something about that ..."
Which is not really the point anyway, that being, if we're too stupid to save ourselves, whose fault is that? Didn't someone once make us from clay and ribs or whatever it was used to rustle up humans? Why couldn't whoever it was who made us make us a bit brighter so we could do things like saving ourselves? To say its our fault is a bit like Josef Fritzl saying, well, my daughter was a bit of a tart, really.