But here goes.
I realize I’m getting here kinda late, but look folks, people get angry. It’s part of our make-up, it’s a critical phase in the process of dealing with anything seriously bad. God can’t protect us from the Universe if he expects us to grow up. We have to learn to take the good and the bad in stride. Unless we are allowed to experience crappy situations, we’ll remain as children forever. Just as a parent has to take the training wheels off sooner or later, God’s gotta let us do our thing, and that means we’re gonna have some pain. Sometimes, lots and lots of pain. When it hits the fan, when Bad Things happen to Good People Who Don’t Deserve It, there’s going to be ANGER. Now, then: What to do with that anger?
We can aim it ourselves or each other, but that’s destructive, unless that person or group actually has something to answer for. We can aim it at inanimate objects, or at a disease, a germ, a dumb animal, but that’s generally useless and unsatisfying. Or, we can aim it at God. Why not? God’s big enough to take it. He can hanndle all the spleen this little planet can produce, and not have it affect him at all, one way or another. It’s not unlike a child gettting angry at a parent when they fall down. This kid’s hurt and embarased, and is angry about it. Where does that anger go? The first safe direction. Frequently, that’s at the parent. Are parents offended? Nope. They smother their fond smile and handle the hurt. Why would God be any different? Are we not made in his image?
And that’s the funny thing about it. Once we’ve gotten angry, we can go on with the rest of the coping, the sorrow, the mourning for lost opportunites, friends, or whatever has been taken from us. Eventually, the pain is soothed, or at least diminished, and we can get on with our lives. Railling at God along the way doesn’t hurt God, nor affect our place in the universe. Eventually, we get over it, and things move on. But don’t let it shake your faith, any more than stumbles and skinned knees should affect the faith a child holds for it’s parents.
For those of you who don’t have a diety, it’s cool. You’d still have to create some personification at which to direct anger, so why not call it “God”? It’s a useful and satisfying image, so go for it.
Either way, have your say, pitch your bitch, and get on with life.