Okay. Bear with me. This is way too much for one post. But let’s just assume that the cosmos is laughing at us. And our reality is created by a really bad author, who might be God. And we’re the characters in the story. Got it?
Okay … so, if Jesus was just a guy who went around telling people to be nice to each other and he was killed for doing that, because simply doing that was heresy (sp?) or something, wouldn’t that be one of the worst cosmic jokes ever?
So … I’m thinking about this, plus my own cosmic joke situation, which seemed particularly stinky at one point yesterday. And I thought, “Please, Jesus, help me laugh at the cosmic joke.”
And I realized, Good God, I’m an atheist/agnostic and I’m actually praying to Jesus. On Easter, no less. Because I think the cosmos is laughing at me, based on Frankl’s theory. And Frankl was a Jew tortured by Nazis in a concentration camp.
And then, when I thought about it while taking a shower this morning, I realized I wasn’t praying to Jesus because he was God’s son. I was asking for his help, because Jesus was just a nice Jewish boy who got royally screwed by being the butt of a really lousy cosmic joke.
Well … on that note, here are interesting things I found on the Interwebs:
Mary Magdalene turned tricks, too. I guess it pays to have a nice boyfriend, instead of a horrible pimp. Even if he does end up dead on a cross. Poor Mary.
Forgiveness is hard.
Video via Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar.