One of the classic analogies brought forth against any religious faith espoused here is the one to Santa Claus (and the first person to spell that with a final -e here will be firmly escorted to the Pit and have a Tim Allen videotape inserted in lieu of a suppository! :mad: ).
The essence of the argument seems to be that just as little kids believe in Santa Claus as the all-seeing arbiter of good and evil who rewards them for being good in some magical and mysterious way, so God is likewise a construct of human mythology who is an “all-seeing arbiter of good and evil who will reward them for being good in some magical and mysterious way” – and as such should be as firmly rejected as the Santa Claus myth.
However, I can recall explaining to my mother at age 7 that Santa Claus is real – but he’s not a guy who comes down the chimney (fortunate, that; we had oil heat and he’d have ended up in the oil burner instead of the fireplace we didn’t have) but rather the way that people express being generous without letting on that it’s them who are doing it. (Something like a lot of board members, to my certain knowledge! :))
I still remember the warm grin on her face when I said that. Stop grinning, Mom; I’m trying to be serious here!!
The God-as-Santa-for-grownups concept was well expressed by mrfoi in the “Religious people are really immature” thread, which I don’t want to hijack:
So let’s take a look at the Santa Myth for a moment.
First, the historical foundation for it lies in the work of Nicholas, Bishop of Myra, who died on December 6, 326. From the early-winter commemoration of a gift-giving saint, combined with a pagan figure that was transmogrified into Father Christmas, evolved the Santa persona we all know.
And yes, he has come to symbolize the warmth and generosity of the Christmas season. And there is a “reality” to him that transcends any historical or metaphysical validity about him, just as the Camelot mythos carries a construct of meanings that far transcend the historical reality behind Artorius, Warlord of the Britons.
But it occurred to me that there’s yet another aspect of Santa that I haven’t discussed here.
I was his guest at dinner with him once, at the Congress of Vienna. And he was exactly as specified, save that his cheeks were not quite as ruddy as depicted – heavyset, bearded, jovial, and warmly caring. With us were a number of pert and vivacious elves of both sexes, the President and First Lady of a neighboring Free State, the Court Mathemagician, and a gentle and thoughtful Bear (who so far as I could tell was neither Grizzly nor biPolar, though the stresses of his life would be ample justification for the latter).
Santa himself has relocated his operations to the D.C. area (probably to avoid discovery) but continues to monitor the well-being of boys and girls and of others who may need his help, to evince warm caring and wise advice to those he encounters, and to show the love of God and his fellow men in all that he does, just as the original Nicholas did. What he’s done about the reindeer, I’m not sure.
And at least seven Dopers can vouch for the literal truth of those last two paragraphs.
And that, my friends, is how literal truth becomes myth.
Now, of course, the truth about Santa is that it’s not really a guy that watches to see if you’ve been bad or good from some remote location, and magically makes presents appear. It’s really your father who loves you, and others who love you and carry on in the Santa tradition.
And, my friends, IMHO that’s the truth about God. He’s not a Magical Sky Pixie who makes notes about whether you’ve been bad or good with the idea of rewarding or punishing you –
He’s your Father who loves you. And who works through those who love Him and you, and carry on the God tradition.