While I was driving back from the debate Wednesday morning, my knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel of my rented SmartCar™. The wind was blowing snow over the road in front of me at some 30 miles an hour, and it was scaring the crap out of me.
If I were watching this happening as if it were a movie from the comfort of my home, I may not have been so frightened. It was really quite cool. It looked like nature was doing one of those aerodynamics tests over the street with a steady stream of snow. Were I not driving, I would have provided you with video footage.
As it were, this wind and slipperiness was sending cars and trucks every which way. Vehicles literally littered the sides of the roads. Trucks were turned on their sides. One truck was probably a hundred yards from the street in the middle of a snowy field. I was afraid I would blink and find myself upside down right beside one of them with one of my arms lobbed off.
The experience gave me a chance to think about the debate, meeting John Loftus and other atheists on Monday and Tuesday, and all the conversations I had. I genuinely had a great time.
I realized, too, that I was not the one who was on stage getting my ass handed to me. It got me thinking, as I occasionally do when I’m awake … That whole Christian garbage verbiage about Jesus loving you and knowing what you’re going through … you know the whole “Jesus is god who came down to earth in the form of a man, and that experience makes his relationship with you that much greater because he knows what you’re going through” … that’s some piss-poor rationale.
Really. Seriously. Yeshua has absolutely NO clue what you’re going through. Christians teach that he was “sinless”. It’s one thing to know temptation as a “sin”. I’ll concede that that’s part of the game. Gosh, how wonderful it would be to live in a world free from consequence … right?
The way I define “sin” is, I don’t say “sin”, I say failure. So if I lied, I failed to tell the truth. If you asked my wife Tina what happens after I own up to failure, she’ll tell you some pretty awful stories of massive self-deprication and mental destruction.
If I cheated on my wife, I failed at honoring Tina, our marriage, my promises to her, and maintaining the respect she deserves and requires.
But to not know what it feels like to actually fail at something? That’s the worst part of the process. Sure, any man could walk away from Potiphar’s wife’s bed. It’s the man that does it and has to live with it that sucks big balls. It’s the guy that’s been told all his life that sexual thoughts are a sin, and then when he slips up and masturbates … oh the torture.
I love the fact that I just wrote, “slips up and masturbates.”
Whooops, I just stroked myself thirty five times and a watery snotty substance emitted from my member.
Jesus doesn’t have one iota of a clue what you’re going through after you fail … or “sin” or whatever you want to call it. If you’re a sinner — and I bet you are (Romans 3:23) — you and Jesus have absolutely nothing in common.
Well, unless you look at it from an atheist perspective. From the atheist perspective, Jesus is a failure.
He failed at saving the world, because he could have actually done the things he said he was going to do. He could have demonstrated power by ripping off the devil’s head when he had the chance during the great temptation. He could have dispelled erroneous myths about healthcare, germs, mental illness, bacteria, viruses, soap and about heaven and hell. He could have written his own story, from his perspective, while it was happening so we wouldn’t have to argue over when and who wrote the books of the bible. Maybe since time is no concept to god, he could have reached into the future for a tape recorder or a video camera, recorded himself and his miracles, then he could put that tape in an envelope and write on it, “Do not open until 2000”.
If Yeshua really were god, wouldn’t he have done a more excellent job at not “failing”? Right, he’s a failure.
Maybe your response to all that is, that’s the power of forgiveness. Great. Forgiveness. Jesus forgives you, but — in the case of adultery — now your wife thinks you’re an liar, a jerk, and a big idiot. In the case of failing at debate — Jesus may forgive you, but the consequences will tear you a new asshole.