I’m still atheist.
09/05/2011
There’s an unpleasant memory in my mind of a table being tipped over. Last night, reminded of this, I thought of Jesus. Jesus also tipped over tables. Angry at “the house of God” becoming a place for merchants to flog their wares, Jesus went batshit and ripped the place apart. Anti-capitalism! From what I remember of my catholic brainwashing, Jesus seemed a nice guy. Spreading love and equality, all that jazz. I started dreaming about the Jesus stories, sort of listing off the nice stuff he did and preached. Jesus fed the five thousand. Jesus said to love your enemy. Jesus healed the sick. Jesus pointed out the hypocrisy of the Pharisees. Jesus said it was easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven. Maybe there were some not so nice things he did or said that teachers conveniently left out. All I knew were the nice things.
The story of Jesus getting angry in the temple always kind of scared me…since when did Jesus get violent? Destruction of corporate property is not violence! But what if someone’s inside? Anyway, this man, who’s so nice, people love him – snaps and starts wrecking the place. It makes me feel ill.
