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This week, in observance of Easter, the Sunday Funnies will run on Monday.  We can always count on The New York Times to stick its collective thumb in the eye of Normal Americans, as one Shalom Auslander did in a op-ed piece.  The entire article is for subscribers only, and I’ll not put a penny in the coffers of people who hate me and all decent, truly tolerant, Americans.  Brietbart provides the flavor of the piece:

God, it seems, paints with a wide brush. He paints with a roller. In Egypt, said our rabbi, he even killed first-born cattle. He killed cows. If he were mortal, the God of Jews, Christians and Muslims would be dragged to The Hague. And yet we praise him. We emulate him. We implore our children to be like him.

Perhaps now, as missiles rain down and the dead are discovered in mass graves, is a good time to stop emulating this hateful God. Perhaps we can stop extolling his brutality. Perhaps now is a good time to teach our children to pass over God — to be as unlike him as possible.

Killing gods is an idea I can get behind.

 I’m sure Auslander can, and the good thing about the God of Abraham, of Christianity, is He allows the choice. No one is compelled to accept Christ, to gain everlasting life.  One must accept it, all of it, on faith.  To be sure, there have been, and continue to be archeological and related discoveries that confirm the Biblical narrative, including the life of Christ, but all may accept, or reject it as they please.

Auslander may, if he has children, turn them from God, but that sort of “freedom” comes with a price.  For those who turn, rather, to Christ, consider the day that changed everything:

Luke 23 (King James Version): Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land unto the ninth hour. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Some of them that stood there, when they heard that, said, This man calleth for Elias. And straightway one of them ran, and took a spunge, and filled it with vinegar, and put it on a reed, and gave him to drink. The rest said, Let be, let us see whether Elias will come to save him. Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost. And, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent; And the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints which slept arose, And came out of the graves after his resurrection, and went into the holy city, and appeared unto many. Now when the centurion, and they that were with him, watching Jesus, saw the earthquake, and those things that were done, they feared greatly, saying, Truly this was the Son of God.

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Mark 16: In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you.

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Then the eleven disciples went away into Galilee, into a mountain where Jesus had appointed them. And when they saw him, they worshipped him: but some doubted. And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.

It’s yours, gentle readers, to accept or reject.  No mortal man is perfect, all sin, yet I’ve been heartened to learn over a long life how tolerant and kind many, perhaps even most Christians are.  They don’t, as a rule, look down on others, but hope and pray for their salvation, even Auslander’s.  They do this because unlike Auslander, they try to be as like God–Christ–as possible. They fail, yet they try, and become better people in the effort.

Yes, some are hypocrites, some “famous” preachers are hucksters and frauds, some wrapping themselves in Christianity are criminals.  That’s the whole “no man is perfect” thing I mentioned in the previous paragraph.  As for me, I choose to believe.  I find without God, there is an aching emptiness in my mind and soul, and in contemplating the Scriptures, and the many times God has preserved my pathetic, undeserving hide, and the many miracles I have seen, I am moved to tears, and I am filled.  I am far from perfect, but I am, little by little, a better man.

Your choice.

From Mrs. Manor and me, may the peace of God that passes all understanding be always with you, and may we always remember Christ’s sacrifice for us, and that day so long ago that changed everything, forever.