Jesus Christ is undoubtedly a very important figure.
He is important for Christians, for obvious reasons.
He is important to people who are not Christians due to his teachings and the effect He had on our civilization from His birth up to now.
He is even important for atheists and agnostics alike, who always like to argue and debate whether He was God, whether His teachings are correct or wrong, even whether he even existed at all.
Despite all these and despite the debate on His existence, Jesus is one of the most iconic and important figures. Not because of being God. Not because of the mission He had here on Earth based on the teachings of Christianity. I will not refer to those elements, but to the one element no one can question: The teaching of Jesus as they are depicted in the gospels.
But are the gospels based on something that really happened? Did Jesus really said and did He really do the things attributed to Him in the gospels?
I do not care! It does not matter!
What is important here is the message of the story, not the carrier of the message. Imagine for a second that the gospels are not true. Imagine that Christ did not exist as you are told. Still, the gospels and the story they tell are here!
And the message they convey is astounding from every aspect.
A man who is the son of God came down to our world to save us. And that Man did not use super powers to save the world and defeat His enemies. He just spoke. And suffered in pain. And died!
The story is so simple and profoundly powerful that really makes one dizzy.
How come the Son of God did not save Himself? How come He was not able to convince no one for himself but some fishermen? Who was that Man who suffered and inspired a whole revolution by simply doing… nothing and dying?
The symbolisms embedded in the story are equally powerful. One can one read Jung and his attempt to decipher the alchemical knowledge embedded in the gospels to simply scratch the surface of the symbols and parables used from the gospels to convey a message that was meant to be lived and not understood.
Fish as a symbol. God split in three. Death as the way to Be.
A dark story of pain through which humans ascend into the heavens. One of the rare depictions of life from a text of this kind as it really is: Gruesome and full of despair. Such despair that at some point even the Son of God feels alone and seeks support. And the evil triumphs as it happens in real life. And what is alive is not alive anymore.
But hope is still there. Through a promise. Of another life. A life that cannot be reached by those who just seek life. One must first die in order to be born again. Memento Mori is the cornerstone of Christian philosophy and what better way there is to emphasize its importance than having God himself die from the hands of His creation?
And humans cry out in triumph. For they upheld the law they created themselves. And then something happens. The body is not there. People see Him alive again. And they believe. Not because they want to believe. But because they see. Because they touch His wounds. For a philosophy that gives so much credit to the soul, the importance of the body itself finds unusual paths to come forth and re-iterate what we feel.
(All is important; life and death; soul and body)
And a miracle becomes the cornerstone of a new religion. But this religion is not at all based on that miracle. Because this miracle is here just to weaken our faith! Resurrection is part of debate. The pain and death of Jesus Christ makes one believe in something beyond the wall of existence (rf. to the third book of Harmonia Philosophica program). The miracle of His resurrection simply makes one wonder. Not about death, but about life per se (rf. to Resurrection – Illogical, thus True.).
Because you see, such a story is not easy to believe. If you fail to see that you already believe all the opposite things without ever questioning them. And right when you were ready to believe, a grand miracle comes your way and makes it impossible for you to see.
That this is a story of life.
A story of lies.
A story full of pain.
A story of death.
A story that if it did not exist.
We would have to invent.
(Because it is Me…)
