Crucify: (v) to nail the hands and feet to a cross
The Greeks created gods.
They were empowered with practicality—for war, romance, wine and domination. Gods of convenience.
Buddhism has no god.
Instead, Buddha insisted that our weakness as humans is how human we are through flaunting our emotions.
Judaism is really a journey through a family of Bedouins led by a man named Abraham, who established their uniqueness by cutting off the tip of the foreskin of the penis.
The Muslim religion was formed to counteract the domination of the Jews and establish a people of purity, who spread their message throughout the world, using violence if necessary.
Christianity worships a man who was nailed at the hands and feet as a criminal who allegedly committed sedition against the Roman Empire.
The symbols are not terribly inspiring, are they?
The origins of faith don’t seem to be grounded in inspiration, brotherhood and equality.
The message of Christianity remains disheartening—the Prince of Peace visited the Earth, sharing a message of global unity. Our response was, “Fuck you—take some nails as you leave.”
I’m told that Jesus allowed himself to be crucified.
I’m not very fond of martyrs.
Is it possible that he was killed by the ignorance of all the other religions coming together to protect their financial security, and that God, in His infinite grace and mercy, decided to use the violent act as an opportunity to offer salvation to “whosoever will may come?”
Now, there’s a story I can walk with.
No, there’s a story that makes me run toward hope.