A few days ago, a commentator on one of my Facebook posts, wrote me a single word: Blasphemy. The word intrigued me, because it reminds me of the story in the Bible where Jesus is sentenced to die on the cross due to blasphemy. In his case, according to legend, he said he was the Son of God, and the Jewish temple priests did not like it.
Blasphemy, then, should be a word Christians do NOT use, right? It should remind them of someone who was wrongly executed, and not be a word they throw around lightly. One of the reasons I don’t like religions is the double standards and hypocrisy that usually accompanies the faiths.
So let’s take a look. What is blasphemy, and did I really blaspheme? According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, Blasphemy means:
1 a : the act of insulting or showing contempt or lack of reverence for God
b : the act of claiming the attributes of a deity
2 : irreverence toward something considered sacred or inviolable
The comment was in response to my tagline for The Transmigrant: “What if Jesus was just an ordinary boy searching for enlightenment.” Now, that would only be blasphemy if you believe Jesus was God.
But Jesus was not Christian. Jesus’s disciples were not Christian. And contrary to popular belief, Jesus didn’t think he was God. Nowhere in the most authentic sources of the New Testament does Jesus claim he was the Messiah. This notion was made up by Paul, a man who never met Jesus, who fought Jesus’s disciples, and clearly writes in his letters that Jesus’s brothers did not like the stories he concocted about the teacher they had loved.
Did I show irreverence toward something the commentator considered sacred? Yes. According to the commentator’s beliefs, I did. But only according to his beliefs, which he considers more valuable than mine. I hurt his feelings by writing a book about a man seeking enlightenment, trying to show the man he considers to be God, in a more positive light. In a historically more accurate light, but in no manner at all insulting or showing contempt.
What do you think? Should we always blindfold our eyes and believe the stories our forefathers told us? Or should we, try to find the truth, if we do it with love?