A foodie looks at Christianity
Jesus paid for all of our sins. “All” must include those born, unborn and those still sinning.
If Jesus paid for my sins, isn’t it like a wealthy friend taking me to dinner and saying everything is paid for, just order what you want? Because if my sins are paid for, I don’t want to be the girl that orders water when I could have foie gras, oysters on the half shell, caviar, top shelf margaritas, pineapples and chocolate. I might even order 50 year scotch, or the sin equivalent, which might be NOT drinking the 50 year old scotch.
If sins are food, my early diet was air. Aside from trying to baptize the cat, I was a total square in high school and should have done more to even that payment. Really, Spartans did more than I did.
If Jesus paid for my sins and I am still alive and sinning, I want to make sure he didn’t die in vain. I will not commit any big sins, like murder. Murder denies a person of her liberties and I wouldn’t do that. I don’t believe in the death penalty either. Government sponsored murder is murder. I can’t support that.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to embrace morality. It’s pretty obvious that stealing denies a person of their property. Hoarding money, food or clothes denies others their personal needs. Jesus never liked the money changers. It’s not rocket science.
Hating isn’t moral either. Hating is toxic and stems from unresolved personal issues or misplaced self-righteousness. It doesn’t take a fat holy book with weird stories to tell me that. I figured that out because I have a mind and a heart full of empathy. I might be silly. I might be a tad funny, but I am not a hater. I could love others while standing on my head. I don’t understand any religious message that compels people to hate or harm others.
I don’t get the weird, Old Testament, biblical stories either. If a voice told me to tie up my son and murder him to show my love, I would hope someone would get the long sleeved white coat and put it on me before I hurt myself or others. That is delusional, schizophrenic behavior that needs medical help. No wonder religious folks want to judge others, carry stupid signs and handle snakes, their book is messed up. Did they really settle the score by cutting off foreskin? Jesus, that is just odd.
The bizarre story of creating a flood because there weren’t enough good people is stupid too. That god is depicted as a child who overturns the game board because he doesn’t like his game. That’s not for me either. I have better sense than that. What if we all did that every time things didn’t go our way? How dysfunctional! How destructive! That’s a god that needs to grow up.
I also don’t get the hate of some Christians either. Jesus never speaks of hating others. Why should I? If you are a Christian, you follow the new book. And the new book says not to judge or hate. It doesn’t give exception. Really. It. Does. Not. Give. Exceptions. People should use their hearts and their noggin a bit more when it comes to blindly following pastor Joe- the- Hater. And if a voice in your head tells you to kill or maim your son, please seek medical help. That is not god, it’s a mental health issue. You need to either half your medicine or double it.
If you read this far and you think I am kooky toward religion, it’s because I probably am. I love spirit. I love nature. I love life. I love my husband, children and grandchild. I believe something greater than myself was there with my grandson’s birth. And something golden in me tells me that there are real spiritual folks and real spiritualish fake folks. I believe I can tell them apart with my heart.
The fake folks deny that love, taking care of others, and helping the poor are the highest values of religion. They want to rule over people’s rights to love and marry. They believe something makes them better than others and blind to their needs. That is not the message of Christ.
Maybe your book says that Jesus died for your sins. However, if you are cherry picking testament to fuel hate, you might as well be a foodie looking for more caviar from the sin man.