God Bless, Inshallah, Be'ezrat Hashem: Three Ways to Say Maybe

A sloth, a donkey, and a curious human send a prompt and see what they're doing. One hits a record with a question on his mind. Two brothers pick it up, see what they find. Corn takes his time, Herman's got the facts. Back and forth, they never hold back. My weird prompts, come on in, that's where we begin. My weird prompts, glad you're here.

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My brother's been staring at the wall for four minutes because a friend of his went to Ireland and came back changed by two words from a stranger.

Not changed, moved. There's a difference, and the difference is the whole episode. So hold that.

Fine, moved. And what moved him is what Daniel's asking about. His friend hears an older person say, "God bless," on the way out the door, and it lands like a hand on the shoulder. Meanwhile, Daniel grew up in Ireland, so to him it's closer to quaint than profound. And his two cents is the puzzle. Ireland hands out God bless in a mostly secular context. Israel says, "Be'ezrat Hashem," with the help of God, and everyone knows which neighborhood you're standing in. Then there's the Muslim world, Bismillah, Inshallah, same thing only louder. And then the hard edge of it, because for people who don't believe, hearing God invoked at you all day can feel less like a blessing and more like a hand on the back of your neck.

That's the question. Same God, same syntax, three completely different social lives.

So let's start with the puzzle that started this. Why does a phrase like God bless survive in a country that has largely stopped believing?

Because it stopped being a sentence about God. It's infrastructure now. Think of a bridge that was funded by a monastery. Nobody driving over it's thinking about the monastery. The bridge is just where you drive. That's what these phrases are. They're load-bearing. They're doing a job that has nothing to do with theology.

And the job is what exactly? Smoothing the exit?

Smoothing everything. Entrances, exits, transitions, bad news. The linguists have a name for the process, and you're going to like it because it sounds like something that happens to a road. Pragmaticalization. It's when a phrase's literal meaning erodes until all that's left is social function. The prayer wears down to punctuation. God be with you wears down to goodbye, and nobody hears God in it anymore.

They do hear something. They hear the door closing politely.

That's the point. In Ireland, that's most of what God bless is. Irish is the extreme case of this because the language is structurally religious in a way English isn't. The standard hello, Dia duit, literally means God to you. It's a shortening of Go n-imbéann Dia duit, may God bless you. And the traditional reply is, Dia is Muire duit, God and Mary to you. You can't say hello in Irish without saying God.

Mary gets a mention, and the patron saints sometimes get pulled in. That's a whole greeting. That's also a small liturgy.

And the Irish for hopefully is, Le cúnam Dé, with the help of God. Not hopefully. That's the word for hope. There's a bit from Des Bishop, the American Irish comedian, where he asks native speakers out in Connemara what