Someone on my facebook feed posted about their church service today, apparently regarding a discussion of Jesus Christ as an example of perfect love.
Respectfully, I think that’s horse shit. (Though I will agree that some of the core concepts of his teachings, which happen to be pretty universal, are nifty.)
Imagine if there is anything, anything that would inspire you to place your child into a perpetually burning coal pit for an eternity. Not only that, but you’re perfectly content to sunbathe with a fucking margarita as you listen to their cries of pain and smell the roasting of their flesh. If you can’t, then imagine what kind of disgusting mind the gods who would do this must possess. (And, to be perfectly clear, I can’t imagine any action on the part of my babies that would inspire me so.)
It certainly isn’t a mind filled with love or affection. The mind of God is a misanthropic, disgusting and bloodthirsty pile of horse shit, and frankly I question just how much his billions of followers have really thought about this if they think they’re learning about love by planting their asses in those pews every Sunday.