So much of what I read on social media is promoting
religious belief, especially Christian belief.
It would be funny if it were not so sad.
Read a bit this morning that was fiction but was not labeled as
such. A mother prayed over her sick
little boy who died of cancer anyway in the hospital. Mom goes home, cries herself to sleep, then
awakes to find a note from her deceased son that says he is in heaven, met
Jesus, et al, his grandparents met him there, and God gave him a magic pen so
he could write her. He said God let him
die because God loved him and did not want him to suffer. Really?
Holy Shit. Then why didn’t God
cure his cancer? And if there ever was a
letter received from a recently departed it would be earthshaking. No such thing has ever happened except in
séances and they are bogus.
To celebrate Holy Week the brain cannot be engaged. A human cannot ask questions and seek
rational answers, mainly because this story was invented and cemented 400 years
after Jesus died, if there ever was such a person as Jesus. The big question for me is why did an
omnipotent god design a forgiveness path that required his only son to
die? It makes no sense. Unless one wants to promote a mythology that
includes god walking among us, born of a virgin, walking on water, healing the
sick, turning water into wine, and rising from the dead. That kind of malarkey may have carried weight
with the superstitious and illiterate of 2,000 years ago, but surely sounds like
a story tale to any modern human. Even
if it was all true, it does not make sense.
No parent would allow, much less promote the death of their child. Is that the model we should follow? Don’t tell me god loves me more than he loved
his own child. That is irrational and I
could not worship a god who was so uncaring for his own son.
And as I have said before, if Jesus had the power to climb
off the cross and did not, he in effect committed suicide. If God had the power to save him from such a torturous
death and did not he is guilty of negligent homicide. Neither action, nor lack thereof, merits
respect, much less worship. Jesus can
dispel the crowd that was ready to stone the town whore but cannot dispel the
crowd that wants him crucified? Come on.
Jesus can stump the rabbis at the temple
when he is 11, but he cannot outsmart the same crew at the end of his
ministry? Come on. Jesus can get mad and drive money changers
out of the temple but cannot get mad when they drive nails through his
hands? Come on. And Jesus starts a cannibalistic ritual, this
is my body, eat, this is my blood, drink.
Come on. Reason must be totally
suspended to assume holy week went as scripted and amended over 400 years post Jesus
supposed death.
Did anyone go to heaven prior to the resurrection? If so, how did they get there and why couldn’t
god let that process continue?
The real horror of the holy week story is the fear it
implants in humans. Now we are told
Jesus watches our every move, he hears our every thought. He is the ultimate cop in the sky and we
never have privacy. He keeps score. If you do not do as he says you will die then
spend eternity burning in hell. What a
wonderful, loving, caring god. He will
kill his only son and torture you forever if you do not appreciate it. And while he is capable of all that, he
cannot cure childhood cancer.
Maybe I am going to hell for thinking. But I think not. First, there is no hell into which souls
float and are burned. There are no
souls. If there is a hell, where is
it? It must exist somewhere and we
surely do not have the GPS coordinates.
I think I shall just be a good person because that is the right and
reasonable thing to do, not because I fear death. Death is death. I will die and my existence and my
consciousness will end, just as my existence and consciousness began sometime
after I was born. I cannot have an
immortal soul by definition if I had a beginning.
But reaching those conclusions is the result of
thinking. Even believers must admit that
their god gave us the power to think, even though he punished Adam and Eve for
seeking knowledge. I am able to think as
a result of evolution and a great education.
I know. Blasphemy. But I will not turn off my brain.
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