One of the things that contributed to me having minimal resonance with Christianity, was just the colossal...I don't know, disparity
among the various aspects of the Resurrection tradition.
On one hand, you have The Creator of Everything suddenly kiboshing 70-80% of what has been daily fact-based doctrine and governance for a couple of thousand years, right? I mean, that's your New Covenant, si?
So this is arguably one of the most significant events in human history, man, bigger than The Flood, on par with Creation itself, and it's manifested in, what...a measly 12 hours of physical pain suffered by a semi-divine being?
Are you getting my point?
I mean, if you're talking about ultimate suffering as a symbolic gesture, well, sorry, but there's so many other, infinitely more painful (in the truest sense of the word) human experiences that could have been chosen to make the point.
I'm venturing into some kind of fucked up areas of advocacy here, please bear with me.
But, you know, physical damage hurts, and I ain't saying The Passion was a day at the fuckin Red Sea shore or nothing, but come on.
What about having a little kid die of lukemia?
What about losing a newlywed spouse to a car accident?
25 years working at FoxConn?
That's suffering, man.
You know, it just seems so disproportionate.
It all seems to be conceived as a way to give 8-year-old kids the willies at Good Friday services (They stuck the thorns ON HS HEAD!!! Nails! THROUGH HIS HANDS, man!!!), more than anything else.