God’s Will — The Final Excuse
- Madhukar Dama
- 5 days ago
- 4 min read
A critique of spiritual laziness, addiction, and avoidance under divine branding
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INTRODUCTION
There is one phrase that has killed more action than any drug, more truth than any lie, more courage than any fear:
“It’s God’s will.”
It rolls off the tongue like incense — soft, sweet, and suffocating.
It is used by the sick to avoid healing.
By the addicted to avoid discipline.
By the greedy to justify exploitation.
By the lazy to call inertia a spiritual path.
But rarely — if ever — does it come from those who truly walked into fire and transformed.
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CHAPTER 1: FAITH OR EXCUSE?
Real faith is not passive.
It’s not lying on a bed and saying “God will cure me.”
It’s walking barefoot through darkness while still choosing to move.
But what we see today is not faith. It’s faith-flavored paralysis.
“I smoke because God hasn’t helped me stop.”
“I overeat because if God didn’t want me fat, He would have changed me.”
“I’m poor because God wants me to be humble.”
“I’m rich because God is rewarding me.”
No. You are sick because of your choices.
You are stuck because of your denial.
And your “God” is a scapegoat.
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CHAPTER 2: LAZINESS AS SPIRITUAL SURRENDER
Skipping exercise becomes “accepting the body God gave me.”
Staying in abusive relationships becomes “God testing my patience.”
Never changing bad habits becomes “God will fix it when it’s time.”
Where is your responsibility in this divine arrangement?
You don’t throw garbage in your house and then wait for God to sweep it.
So why do you throw garbage into your body, your mind, your family, and wait?
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CHAPTER 3: ADDICTION — THE WORST BLASPHEMY DRESSED AS FAITH
“I’ve tried to quit, but God hasn’t helped me.”
What if it’s not God who failed — but your willpower, your honesty, your consistency?
Addiction thrives on this divine escape route.
You don’t need a miracle.
You need to stop worshipping your weakness.
Every time you say, “It’s in God’s hands,”
You are pretending you don’t have your own.
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CHAPTER 4: THE COMFORT OF BLAMELESS SUFFERING
Suffering becomes sacred.
Pain becomes noble.
And healing becomes “ego.”
We are told:
Wanting health is pride.
Wanting change is rebellion.
Being sick is a sign of being chosen.
But this isn't humility. It's hopelessness packaged in spiritual vocabulary.
God is not a cover-up for your self-destruction.
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CHAPTER 5: GOD AS A SEDATIVE FOR THE UNWILLING
Ask a man to walk daily — he won’t.
Tell him God will bless him for sitting — he will sit till his bones rot.
Ask a woman to fast for healing — she’ll say her doctor didn’t approve.
But ask her to fast for a religious vow — she’ll faint in piety.
We don’t want healing. We want holy approval for doing nothing.
And faith has become the sedative for that collective decay.
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CONCLUSION
Faith is beautiful when it leads to responsibility, surrender, courage.
But faith is filthy when used to justify addiction, inertia, decay.
If your God does not demand your effort,
If your God comforts your excuses,
Then your God is your disease.
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God Wants You to Stop Killing Yourself
Characters:
Savita: Suffers from diabetes and obesity, avoids lifestyle change
Ramesh: Smokes and drinks but says “God will protect me”
Priya: Believes depression is “God’s test” and refuses therapy
Madhukar: The hermit who shows no mercy for holy excuses
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Savita: My sugar is high, but I leave it to God now.
Madhukar: Then also leave the sweets, not just your fate.
Ramesh: I believe God will save me from cancer.
Madhukar: Will He also scrub the tar off your lungs?
Priya: I don’t want therapy. God is healing me in His time.
Madhukar: God gave you legs. If you don’t walk, do you blame Him for your stiffness?
Savita: But suffering makes me closer to God.
Madhukar: Then why pray for relief? Enjoy your sickness in silence.
Ramesh: Isn’t surrender better than struggle?
Madhukar: Surrender begins after you’ve given your all — not before.
Priya: So you’re saying I shouldn’t trust in God?
Madhukar: No. Trust in God. But don’t insult Him by calling your laziness “faith.”
Savita: Then what does real faith look like?
Madhukar: Waking up. Cleaning your temple. Starting with your body.
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Blame It on God
they drink the poison
light another cigarette
say a prayer
call it fate
they stuff their mouths with misery
and wrap it in divine foil
“god made me this way,”
they mumble, crumbs falling
onto a sacred bed of excuses
they won’t walk
but they'll crawl to a shrine
they won’t sweat
but they’ll bleed for superstition
they call their addiction a test
their pain a virtue
their apathy an offering
when life calls,
they forward the call to heaven
and call it spiritual voicemail
and when death finally answers
they’ll smile and say
“it was God’s will.”
no,
it was your will
disguised as His
because you were too afraid
to admit you stopped trying
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