Jesus Came Off the Cross, So Why in the Hell is He Hanging Around Your Neck?

This is not a religious-based post. One, anything can become a religion–like Sunday Night Football; millions “religiously” watch it and get fanatical about their teams. To speak against the Cowboys is indeed blasphemous. Two, there is a logical, scientific explanation for everything: rain, thunder, lightning, hail, snow, earthquakes, tsunamis … Donald Trump.

Last, people hate and kill in the name of religion. So, I’m more of a spiritual being: The f****** sun is the sun in the day, and moon at night, and it hasn’t dropped out of the sky yet. Also, I have had some close calls in life that could have easily gone the other way but didn’t. Now if that doesn’t hint that there’s a greater power beyond what science can explain, then…

While I was raised a certain way, my opinions about life in no way reflect that of my parents’. Yes, I carry some of their values and traits, but only the ones that seem reasonable to me.

My mother doesn’t understand why I like vampires. Because that sh*t is sexy, Ma! Super strength, healing on command, colorless eyes, long hair-don’t care, reading people’s thoughts, and living–as long as you can avoid Van Helsing and Buffy–forever–ooh, shivers.

Still, I know not to go around biting people and drinking blood. Yet when I go to church I can drink wine–no matter my age (everyone doesn’t use grape juice)–because it is representative of the “blood of Christ.”

So, it is okay for us to drink Christ’s blood, as if we are vampiristic, but not Chris’s or Christine’s, which would be viewed as somewhat cannibalistic and morally bankrupt?

Huh. Isn’t that a contradiction; isn’t that illogical?

And isn’t that what we do all the time–f***** up sh*t and justify it with religious doctrine?

In spite of the bullsh*t I have heard from the time I was able to comprehend, there has always been this thing in my head telling me to come to my own conclusions about the events that occur in life.

I observe. I rationalize. I decide. I share. And that type of intervention can only be described as divine.

So, if Jesus came off the cross (didn’t want to be put on it in the first place), and was burdened to wear it when he did, why are many of you gladly sporting this symbol around your neck when it is not yours to bear?

I heard someone say that knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is knowing not to put it in the fruit salad.

Well, knowledge is you have a brain. Wisdom is to use it.