So none of this that I'm about to write is really very kosher by any Christian's view, I'd imagine, but if there's a hell I'm probably on the way there in any case, so I thought I'd vent a little.
What would Jesus do? We're supposed to ask ourselves that, right?
Well... based on what we know abou the guy, my guess is he'd utter a lot of platitudes, intentionally confuse people, piss off basically everybody, and then die.
But honestly, what would he do in most situations? Would he pirate MP3s? Would he drive 5 mph hour the speed limit? Would he make pizza sauce himself or buy it canned?
Basically, all I can say is, I have no friggin' clue, and as far as I can tell, neither do you.
The guy has been dead now for a couple millenia, and all we have are inconsistent accounts of dubious authorship that were written, as near as we can tell, about a century after the purported events took place.
Okay, so I know it's supposed to be "Christ lives," right? But does he really? I mean, how many people that died 2000 years ago are alive now? There are exactly zero documented cases.
In church, someone talked on Sunday about how meek and kind and forgiving and understanding Jesus is. Right? Well, except for him killing random fig trees out of spite (it was symbolic, right? Oh, wait, then why kill the poor tree instead of giving another cryptic parable about a tree?). And being really, really mean to most of the people around him. Saying downright mean and dissmissive things to his mom, family and friends. How about racism?
Like seriously. Jesus said some things that are salve for the soul or wise or cool, but he also said a bunch of inconsistent, unkind, and nonsensical things. If, that is, we trust the record at all.
So, clearly, I'm the worst blasphemer ever, but I just don't get it. I don't even know why I'd need a savior... not that I don't make mistakes, but I can't understand how god can be such a wacko that he can't figure out a way to forgive people without throwing his son out to die at the hands of "his" people. And great job, by the waty, on those people. Seems like nothing you told them made any difference, god.
Maybe there's a god. Maybe there's a Christ. Maybe I'm going to rot in hell, and all the evangelicals out there will happily dance upon my grave just before being raptured up to paradise.
But in that case, god is insane. He makes no sense at all. Have fun in heaven with your psychotic overlord.
A few days ago, the Provo Tabernacle burned to the ground. Except for the severely-damaged outside walls, the thing is just gone. But, there's a painting inside where everything except the picture of Jesus in the middle is burned.
"A Miracle!" they call it. Clearly, all pictures of Jesus are fireproof. We should just build all our houses out of pictures of him, then fire would never be a problem!
So... what I'm thinking is, if god was intent on performing a miracle that night, couldn't he have just put out the fire? It would have saved the church a bundle, Provo a lot of hassle, and would have prevented the destruction of a beautiful historic building.
Seriously, do people really believe it when they say every single slightly-good thing is a tender mercy of god, and every horrible thing is, of course, god's will? Thanks god, for the mostly-burnt painting. Maybe next you can work on saving the starving orphans of the world, or maybe the polar bears. I'd trade the damn painting for the polar bears.
I got terrible grades this semester. I'm sure some would attribute it to my utter rejection on god, recently. But you know, if prayer really worked, you'd expect the devoutly religious to have consistently higher test scores. Plently of failing students at BYU are perfect Mormons, and plently of straight-A students everywhere find the idea of a personal god laughable.
Anecdotes are not data. Your friend may have prayed and gotten her wish of a smooth day at work on the same day that many, many people prayed for a dying loved one, and the loved one died.
Game over. Thanks for playing.