83% of Americans claim they are Christian. This, from a poll nearly a year ago. So let’s examine some lovely hymn stanzas from this most wonderful of faiths.
Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless? Are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Blood. Christianity requires it, derived from the Jewish tradition of sacrifice. Jesus, the perfect lamb, spotless. Exactly what God required, but mankind was incapable of providing. But really, imagine this image: Taking the blood of a human being (let’s ignore the god-man for right now) and pouring it over yourself.
Years I spent in vanity and pride,
Caring not my Lord was crucified,
Knowing not it was for me He died
It’s your fault Jesus was brutally murdered. You sinned. You’re liking of stuff and also thinking that you’re a good person, you prideful filth. Calvary, here, for the 17% who don’t claim Christianity as their faith of choice, is the hill upon which the cross stood that Jesus was nailed to. His death was both predicted and necessary. You killed him. Not only did you kill him, but you are still the reason why he died. You aren’t accepting the wonderful gift he gave you by allowing himself to be mutilated for you. You must agree with this death faith and pour blood over yourself too.
Alas, and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For someone such as I?
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
Was it for crimes that I have done,
He suffered on the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
‘Tis all that I can do!
I just had to copy that entire hymn. Imagine, if you will, rejoicing and dancing at the idea that someone was brutally murdered so you can be free of imaginary badness. Not only that, but the rejoicing is about that murdered person’s suffering! Not only was Jesus killed in the most imaginative way for killing someone, but he was forced to suffer while doing the dying. And this hymn rejoices in that suffering, even singing about the singer’s heart being continually happy, because of the death of Christ.
Aww. It were my fault I kilt’ ‘im. But damn! That’s awesome! Thanks Jesus!!!!
I’ll digress, but the point here has been made. Christianity is nothing without death. Sure, one can point to the fact that death was necessary for there to have been a resurrection, but that’s just a head-fake argument. Death was not necessary at all. You’ve been lied to.