In my last article on sacrifice, I did some simple math to illustrate how incredibly minuscule was the inconvenience Jesus allegedly suffered on our behalf.
I am told that Jesus is immortal. Since there is no number I can represent that with, I decided to take a very large number instead. I picked a trillion trillion. (A trillion is one with twelve zeros after it.) Supposing that Jesus felt excruciating pain for twenty four hours, we can say that he “sacrificed” for 1/365 of a year. In decimals, that’s 0.0027, or 0.03% of a year. For a trillion, that’s 0.000000000003%. For another trillion, that’s 0.000000000000000000000003%. So, cutting the god Jesus’s life by a trillion trillion percent, he only sacrificed this infinitesimally small percentage of his time. And since he is a god, and can do anything he likes, he really wasn’t giving up anything else.
… In a nutshell, the god Jesus spent the merest speck of his existence experiencing pain sacrificing himself to himself. If I fail to respect that minuscule gesture, I will be tortured in the worst imaginable way for all of eternity. It’s akin to me saying to you, “Last night, I pinched myself on the thigh for one tenth of a second. I have sacrificed so much for you, you should give me a million dollars. If you don’t, I’ll kill you.”
A friend and I were discussing this over meatballs and marinara the day before yesterday. She made a rather profound observation. “If Jesus really wanted to impress us with taking our punishment for us, he should have actually taken the punishment. He should stay in hell forever.”
That seems reasonable enough. In fact, it seems completely fair. Much more fair than enduring the equivalent of a pin-prick for a god and then sending literally BILLIONS of people to hell. And it would still leave Father and Holy Spirit to happily traipse around heaven and earth to their heart’s content.
Yep. If I had written the Bible, I’d have done it better.