Wednesday, May 14, 2014

The colossal, supreme hubris of historic man

In the olden days we used to spill blood for the gods, sacrificing animals to try and appease them, get them on our side, apologize for our transgressions. We all inherently understood that the gods were angry with us.
But then, when the time was right, Christ came along. He paid the bloody payment, died the painful death, and satisfied God's wrath once and forever. And when He did that He sounded the death knell for all the old pagan world and their alters, redemptive history turned the corner--never again would we bow before those wooden and golden idols asking for security. Never again would we be looking to please the gods, since Christ put an end to all that, securing for us a better future. And when Constantine came along and eventually wrote the declaration that it was all done for the old gods and he emptied the garbage can, it never really came up again. Nor will it. It's gone and not coming back and Christ Himself, by Himself did that for us. His death swept away the notion that we needed to sacrifice. He ushered us into the modern world.

But look at how our modern minds frames the thought. "Oh yes," they say "in the old days superstitious man did those bloody things, but today we have science, and see the folly in it all. We have, *ahem* evolved out of such voodoo."
Yes that's what must have happened, we must have grew up as a species, set aside our childish ways, and now rightfully do we look down at those nose picking simpletons who couldn't figure out the gods were not real. Surely it was us and our efforts that did it, that banished the offerings.

We take credit for the effects of the sacrifice of the split blood of Christ as if growing up and leaving behind error was just the inevitable consequence of our own inherent goodness. We think that because we enjoy the benefits of civilization we deserve it. When faced with the choice of giving thanks to Christ for putting an end to those terrible ways or putting a bag over our head and patting ourselves on the back, we choose delusion. It's like telling the doctor who has just finished your open heart surgery that you did it yourself. It's an unthinkable amount of blasphemy. It's folly on a scale so huge that it's completely unimaginable. To steal the accomplishments of a coworker is bad enough, but to steal the blessings of the cross, where the savior hung for our sins... well... there are no words.

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