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.
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…