(This is a repost of this blog entry from April 4, 2015.)
Today, the party in hell that started when Jesus died on the cross continued.
Satan laughed and the demons rejoiced. Because what they wanted had been accomplished, the death of God. As Nietzsche would write nearly 1800 years later, "God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him."
They had won.
On earth, the body of Judas had been discovered, broken, with his bowels spilling out.
The rest of the disciples hid behind locked doors, afraid that they would be next. Peter drowned in shame, hearing the words in his head, "I don't know the man!" and starting every time he heard a rooster crow.
Mary? Where was Mary? Overcome with grief and pain and heartbroken.
Death had come and killed God, and Satan was in the middle of throwing a party.
Just my .04, adjusted for inflation.
Satan laughed and the demons rejoiced. Because what they wanted had been accomplished, the death of God. As Nietzsche would write nearly 1800 years later, "God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him."
They had won.
On earth, the body of Judas had been discovered, broken, with his bowels spilling out.
The rest of the disciples hid behind locked doors, afraid that they would be next. Peter drowned in shame, hearing the words in his head, "I don't know the man!" and starting every time he heard a rooster crow.
Mary? Where was Mary? Overcome with grief and pain and heartbroken.
Death had come and killed God, and Satan was in the middle of throwing a party.
Just my .04, adjusted for inflation.
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