sugnim
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In my ongoing process of coming out to myself as a theist, I still cannot get on board with the celebratory nature of Christmas. It seems morbid to me that people would celebrate the birth of a baby who is specifically here to act as a blood sacrifice. How can I look at a tiny newborn baby and feel joy at the prospect of his impending violent death? The idea alone makes me nauseous. It feels sadistic at worst, like a psychopath salivating at identifying a future murder victim. At best, it feels greedy, like a farmer overseeing the birth of a particularly lucrative livestock animal, but instead of a fat wallet, the payoff is a death/resurrection. How can someone look at a newborn baby shivering in a manure-laden shack and feel joy that he's here to be slaughtered once he's old enough?
P.S. These are my own musings & feelings, and I mean no offense to anyone who holds this story as sacred.
P.S. These are my own musings & feelings, and I mean no offense to anyone who holds this story as sacred.