Day 85

It's all the same bible (mostly), and yet there are so many radically different denominations. Supposing Jesus was a real guy (divine or not), and his words in the good book are accurate, I wonder what he might think about Christianity today, what it has become, all its forms, etc.

Would Jesus fit in down in Alabama, among hysteria-inducing evangelicals? Would he fit in at the Vatican among the likes of the exorcism-encouraging pope? Would he fit in at a gay-friendly church in Vancouver?

Would Jesus praise Christians for making abortion and homosexuality their pet moral issues, while giving poverty a back seat? Would he praise the Vatican for condemning condom use in Sub Saharan Africa? Would he praise 'liberal' Christians for their extremely generous interpretation of his words; keeping all that correlates with modernity and disposing the rest as the historical zeitgeist?

Of course, these are some of the questions that divide denominations. I find often that the biggest fear religious folk have of Atheism is its supposed lack of moral direction; a supreme arbiter of sorts to make right right, and wrong wrong; to reward the righteous and punish the sinful. I won't begin to respond here, other than to say that for any modern social issue, I could probably point to at least a solid million Christians who vehemently disagree with another million Christians on what they call biblical grounds.

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