Recently, my 5-year-old son was running around the house and knocked over my glass. It broke and while no one was hurt, it was a glass I really liked. My son immediately apologized, but I told him that I could not forgive him until he went out and mercilessly slaughtered an innocent lamb. I explained to him that I love him and that I want to forgive him, but until he sacrifices the innocent blood of a lamb, I just could not forgive him. Those are the rules. I didn’t make them up; God did.
I was having a discussion with a Christian recently and we were talking about blood sacrifice and how Jesus was the Innocent Lamb of God. My Christian friend reminded me that because of the sacrifice of Jesus we don’t need to sacrifice animals any more. That reminder jarred me back into reality and I had to remind my Christian friend what century this is.
Some of you may not know this, but I am a loving father. I have two young children at home with me and like all loving parents I only want the best for them. So over the weekend, I demanded that my 3 1/2-year-old son kneel before me and worship me. I even allowed him to see me, which is more than I can say for parental deities.
One of the big problems I have with Christianity is that it distorts people’s view of forgiveness and cheapens the…