First, there is there is blogger guy that says Christians
are black magicians. Interesting
idea. Never considered it before, but I
decided to See What Is There. Now
remember. I’m going to look at this as
if I have never before in my life looked at these symbols or heard anything
about Christianity beside what I can observe from one visit to a typical church
on the East Coast, and a few quick looks at the literature provided, and maybe
a question or two of people I see in the parking lot.
Here is what I see.
Next, the symbol.
There is this fella nailed to some sticks prominently displayed at the
front of the church. He is skinny,
bleeding and looks like he is in quite a lot of pain. Strange symbol for a religion professing
life, love and gentleness, don’t you think?
So. Tortured guy to
look at while you pray on your knees and dead people surrounding the building
you worship in.
How about their practices? -- the most revealing of all, in my opinion.
A fella in a black dress says some words and transforms wine and bread into the literal body and blood of Christ. “Is that really blood and muscles?” I ask the woman beside me. “Yes, it is. It might not taste that way, but you really are eating those things.” “And why do you do this?” “It’s important if you want to go to Heaven.” Wow! Now, I’m working hard to be a good anthropologist, but honest to God this is the explanation I was given by a priest to whom I posed this question. I’m thinking I’d really rather sit down to a squirming bowl of wichity-grubs right about now. I saw everyone line up for the event. Is this who Heaven is filled with?
In short, these guys are telling me that in order to live
forever in the presence of elevated beings, a place of love and forgiveness I
have to kneel in a building surrounded by dead bodies and pray to a suffering,
nay, dying guy while eating human
flesh and drinking blood I’d tell you -- you are absolutely and with out a
doubt completely insane.
You know, our language has words for people who eat other
people and for people who drink blood. So
who eats human flesh and drinks blood?
Zombies and Vampires. Yikes! Maybe Zombie-Vampires? Or Vampire-Zombies? This isn’t scary?
I am afraid of cannibals, and those who would drink the
blood of others. I mean, aren’t these
some of the most damning accusations leveled at witches and the magical practitioners
of non-western societies? How many
horror stories are there about Cannibals in the Pacific? Tribal people with bones in their nose
waiting to barbecue people or drink their blood? And yet every day, in Catholic churches
across the world, people line up ON THEIR KNEES LIKE PRISONERS in a building
surrounded by corpses to have some guy in a black dress shove human flesh
dipped in blood in their mouths.
Egad. Is it any wonder tribal
people thought missionaries were insane?
I am really surprised that these realizations of THINGS AS
THEY ARE haven’t occurred to more people.
I mean, aren’t these the things that Christians are so fond of accusing
others of? And telling us over and over
how evil these practices are? Is this
another case of “the one who smelt it dealt it”?
Scientists in general and Anthropologists in particular put
aside their pre-conceived notions about the could’s, should’s, oughta’s and
used-to’s of the world to look at what is happening around them as though they
were seeing it for the very first time.
While difficult, it is absolutely necessary if one is to truly
understand the world in which you live.
I am sure there are those who will call me a
Reductionist. They will say I’m Flaming,
or a Liar, or many other Such Names as one calls those who point out Uncomfortable
Truths. But really…
Don’t you see it?