I'm too tired to say anything pithy or cogent, but word, word, WORD! I had to give myself a serious talking-to many years ago when I was agonizing over whether or not there was an afterlife, and if so, would I be allowed into heaven, etc., etc. I had to be clear that if I was as serious about Christianity as I claimed, and that it was (as I'd been stating) about how you treated people and looked at things, rather than the ostentatious trappings of various sorts, it wasn't actually all that Christian to be in it simply for the sake of having nice digs in a great neighborhood after you die. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but since I'd reached my twenties, it was high time for me to bite that bullet. I'm still scared as heck, but (as a Christian) I think that God basically took me gently but very firmly to the woodshed on that one. I can't say why, but that's given me a certain kind of peace that I couldn't have found, otherwise.
I find it ironic that it's James Cameron, one of the most arrogant, hubris-filled assholes of all time (sorry if I'm stepping on toes, but that's how he strikes me) who seems to be getting the job of sticking it to the Christians. God's probably laughing himself silly as he prepares the next Deluge and sharpens his lightning bolts. By picking Cameron, he has begun The Great Smiting by humiliating the lot of us. The problem is, of course, that so many believers will dismiss Cameron for the very traits I've mentioned, and the fundies will just get louder, meaner and more dangerous in their insecurity.
I have to admit that I still want my TV and my car (though I'd trade mine in a heartbeat for a fuel-efficient model quiet enough to preserve my hearing), but I don't want us to pound other people unless they threaten invasion in a way that cannot be disputed. If we'd taken the high moral ground right after 9/11, when the world was sympathizing with us, we would not be in the mess we're in now. Whether Christ was resurrected or not, he's spinning in agony somewhere as we crucify him all over again.
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I find it ironic that it's James Cameron, one of the most arrogant, hubris-filled assholes of all time (sorry if I'm stepping on toes, but that's how he strikes me) who seems to be getting the job of sticking it to the Christians. God's probably laughing himself silly as he prepares the next Deluge and sharpens his lightning bolts. By picking Cameron, he has begun The Great Smiting by humiliating the lot of us. The problem is, of course, that so many believers will dismiss Cameron for the very traits I've mentioned, and the fundies will just get louder, meaner and more dangerous in their insecurity.
I have to admit that I still want my TV and my car (though I'd trade mine in a heartbeat for a fuel-efficient model quiet enough to preserve my hearing), but I don't want us to pound other people unless they threaten invasion in a way that cannot be disputed. If we'd taken the high moral ground right after 9/11, when the world was sympathizing with us, we would not be in the mess we're in now. Whether Christ was resurrected or not, he's spinning in agony somewhere as we crucify him all over again.
Time to go to bed and have nightmares, now.
Catherine