by Brad Nelson 12/7/18
Christmas is too commercial. Check. It’s been all but outlawed in our atheistic “sensitive” culture. Check. And many who do try to celebrate at least the forms of it (if they are honest) see Jesus more as a health guru, the ticket to longer (perhaps eternal) life. Check.
We can doubt the stories in the Bible. We can say they are just more of the kinds of stories that people have always written for themselves to explain reality and to give themselves hope. That’s all fair enough. But let’s assume there is a Creator (a logical necessity given what we know) and that this Creator would want to maintain some kind of connection, particularly to try to uplift us out of our squalor (an idea completely consistent with the New and Old Testaments).
And what if, when that happened, we actually, as a race, abused and killed this Hand that was held out to us?
I think it’s easy to see Jesus as “The Redeemer” and perhaps forget that this wallpapers over the situation: God reached out to us and we killed Him.
Do you then suppose that God would be in a good mood?
The reality of this is usually obscured by calling it a “sacrifice,” is if God knew what would happen beforehand to his Son (a logical deduction, in my opinion, given human nature — or what it has become). And thus Jesus was never to be taken seriously in the first place as a loving reformer. His “savior” status is tacked on to bypass humankind’s central role in this tragedy.
But there was no sacrifice to be made if we had just said, “Gee, you’re right” and then welcomed Him with open arms and changed our ways.
I make no claim that Jesus isn’t the Redeemer. It’s certainly true that the human race is thoroughly corrupt and needs one. Its institutions that purport to be His instrument are in particularly bad shape right now, either having given themselves over to idolatry and self-importance or having turned religion into but a marketing plan aimed toward the self-esteem crowd.
But how many recognize these aspects? “Jesus” frequently becomes little more than another version of Deepak Chopra, there to sooth all our misgivings about ourselves — or a fancy healthcare plan for long life.
Instead, we need to face up to this. As a race, we have the blood of God on our hands. It is said that He kicked us out of His garden and later, having had enough, drowned all but a few of us like rats in order to start over. Perhaps if we wonder why God is so silent, we might think back to what we did last time He talked.
Brad is editor and chief disorganizer of StubbornThings.
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