What a way to spend a Sunday morning

In Christianity, we have a peculiar reason for meeting up every Sunday. It’s rather morbid when you think about it… We meet around a table where we feast on the body and blood of a crucified man whom we also believe is God. Hanging from our walls are large ancient torture devices - crosses. We may as well have big electric chairs suspended from the ceilings.

Why do we do this? Brunch or a walk in the park would be so much more… palatable.

This notion of the crucified God has resonated with humans for 2,000 years. St. Paul was enraptured (literally) by the idea. But today, what does this even mean? So Jesus ‘died for us.’ Who cares? An increasing number of us grow up without any kind of formal religion in the home. Who even is this Jesus guy? We don’t grow up with an anthropomorphic deity in mind, so how can we modern folk relate to a narrative about a God - or even just Jesus as a human being - who dies?

(Part 1. To be continued tomorrow.)