Amanda wrote:
RSM wrote:
Madame M has a thread in the Lion's Den about How Was Jesus' Death a Sacrifice? I was going to post this there but realized that from a theological perspective this was a different topic. Besides, I don't want to "kill Christians" over this topic. I just want insight and understanding that heretics might bring to it. The only people I have yet seen address the question are people who are either outside Christianity or on their way out. Besides, Christians do read this section and Christian theology is evolving and changing as we speak.

Ruby Sera... if you're truly interested in this, and just to broaden your horizons of the take on this story... showing that some people look at this differently than fundamentalists...
I read the entire post and what you talk about is precisely what I meant when I said Christian theology is changing and evolving as we speak. I know about this perspective. In fact, it is what came to me before I heard or read about it from any human. It came to me after I committed myself to my own happiness at whatever the cost might be.
Evantually, I learned about Abraham H. Maslow's self-actualized person and hierarchy of needs (you can read about it
here though I learned about it in a course), and several years later I read Paul Tillich's
Systematic Theology and
The Courage to Be, and Maslow's
Psychology of Being. All of this pretty much supported what I already knew and what you are saying in your post. Still later I read about
Friedrich Schleiermacher (1768-1834), a German theologian who "spoke to my soul."
However, when put to the empirical test, there are major theological implications. While these theologies, philosophies, and psychologies describe the inner condition of the human psyche with considerable accuracy as I experience it, I think I acquired this condition without any help from any divinity. I think it came out of my own psyche just like muscle development and physical growth comes out of our own bodies. So far as I can make out, the Christian theologians I read (mentioned above) adjusted their theologies with the conscious attempt to keep God in the picture in order to keep their jobs and religions.
I am not sure which came first--job or religion. I have challenged my own thesis supervisor with this very same thing and he says it's more than keeping his job. But he is hardly in a position to say or believe otherwise and I know that in cases of self-preservation the conscious mind sometimes blocks dangerous information from the mind in times of danger. He seemed totally sincere when he said it's more than keeping his job. As stated, he is hardly in a position to say (or think) otherwise.
I'll go through your post and comment as I go.
Amanda wrote:
IMO, the war between heaven and hell is within us, and the side that wins is the side we feed the most. This story exemplified principles by which to live our life, putting us closer to a mindset of heaven, nirvana, etc. than a mindset of hell, of weeping and gnashing of teeth, or hell is just natural repercussions to some ways people may choose to live their life... that's all. Keeping this in mind, what other people say or do to me, is a reflection of who they are, not of who I am. If I hate or harbor retribution for what they do/did to me, then I become no better than they... I start feeding hell within me.
If I understand that everyone is doing the best they know how, in the situation they are in, how can I condemn someone for not doing better than their best? This causes me to see my perpetrator as being the real victim, releasing me from a victim mentality. I forgive them, within me only, because if I tell them that at the moment, they aren't ready for it. This facilitates releasing resentment within me. However, I can forgive them for what they did, while I am still holding them accountable and responsible for their behavior. Otherwise they will not change, and keep their disrespectful ways. That is never helping someone, by enabling them to have dysfunctional behavior.
What supports our will to thrive "saves" us, what drains our will to thrive, "brings death". Believing in these principles supposedly taught by "jesus" is what brings salvation. As the story goes, he supposedly lived these principles he encouraged, through a terrible death, showing that this is the path to maintain the closest mindset to heaven, no matter what the adversary to our will to thrive puts before us. He rose from his grave in "spirit," giving us the keys to "heaven"... compassion.
Now, IMO, the story has evolved just as did St. Nicholas to Santa Claus, to an even greater degree. It's a shame that the story has been tampered with so much, and that fundamentalist beliefs are so tremendously pervasive through our culture, that we are far better off turning to other means that reveal more meaningful insights than those now of the "Santa Claus" version of the story.

Amanda, these ideas did not originate with Jesus and one does not have to be a Christian to live like this. I don't know what you mean by salvation but my guess is you mean a feeling of calm and peace inside of oneself. I understand you equate heaven with compassion. Some of the most compassionate, self-sacrificing, but well-balanced people I know are not religious people but atheists and agnostics. Jesus has nothing to do with it. So we still don't have any answer as to how Jesus' death brings salvation.
If you mean that it works as allegory for overcoming in spite of great odds, I still have problems with it. 1. Jesus's death was not one bit more terrible than that of any other person who was crucified; in fact it was far less terrible because he died within hours of being crucified while most people languished for days. 2. Jesus is but one of many who reportedly resurrected. A few others I know of who have been said to have resurrected are Apolonias of Tyana and the Cynic philosopher Peregrinus. For scholarly info on this, see
The Pagan Origins of Jesus Christ, by Jesus Seminar Fellow Robert M. Price.
ONLINE BOOKS on Apollonius of Tyana:Apollonius of Tyana: The Philosopher Explorer and Social Reformer of the First Century AD, by G.R.S. Mead, 1901 edition.
This book tells about the man, the world he lived in, i.e. the Rulers of the Empire, what he believed, and the books he wrote and sermons he preached. It also describes what kind of "wonder-worker" he was. I don't see right away where it says that he resurrected from the dead. Maybe he didn't but I thought he is said to have done so.
The Life of Apollonius/b]
FROM THE WEBSITE: In the Life of Apollonius, the Athenian author Philostratus, a sophist who lived from c.170 to c.247, tells the story of Apollonius of Tyana, a charismatic teacher and miracle worker from the first century CE who belonged to the school of Pythagoras.
[b]STORY OF PEREGRINUSPassing (and Resurrection) of Peregrinus (a brief passage from the website)
35. Soon the Olympic games were ended, the most splendid Olympics that I have seen, though it was then the fourth time that I had been a spectator. As it was not easy to secure a carriage, since many were leaving at the same time, I lingered on against my will, and Peregrinus kept making postponements, but at last had announced a night on which he would stage his cremation; so, as one of my friends had invited me to go along, I arose at midnight and took the road to Harpina, where the pyre was. This is quite twenty furlongs from Olympia as one goes past the hippodrome towards the east. As soon as we arrived, we found a pyre built in a pit about six feet deep. It was composed mostly of torchwood, and the interstices filled with brush, that it might take fire quickly. When the moon was rising—for she too had to witness this glorious deed—he came forward, dressed in his usual fashion, and with him the leaders of the Cynics, in particular, the gentleman from Patras, with a torch—no bad understudy. Proteus too was bearing a torch. Men, approaching from this side and that, kindled the fire into a very great flame, since it came from torchwood and brush. Peregrinus—and give me your close attention now!—laying aside the wallet, the cloak, and that notable Heracles-club, stood there in a shirt that was downright filthy. Then he requested incense to throw on the fire, when someone had proffered it, he threw it on, and gazing towards the south—even the south, too, had to do with the show33—he said, "Spirits of my mother and my father, receive me with favour." With that he leaped into the fire, he was not visible, however, but was encompassed by the flames, which had risen to a great height.
37. Once more I see you laughing, Cronius, my urbane friend, at the
denoument of the play. For my own part, when he called upon the guardian spirits of his mother, I did not criticise him very strongly, but when he invoked those of his father as well, I recalled the tales that had been told about his murder, and I could not control my laughter. The Cynics stood about the pyre, not weeping, to be sure, but silently evincing a certain amount of grief as they gazed into the fire, until my gorge rose at them, and I said, "Let us go away, you simpletons. It is not an agreeable spectacle to look at an old man who has been roasted, getting our nostrils filled with a villanous reek. Or are you waiting for a painter to come and picture you as the companions of Socrates in prison are portrayed beside him?" They were indignant and reviled me, and several even took to their sticks. Then, when I threatened to gather up a few of them and throw them into the fire, so that they might follow their master, they checked themselves and kept the peace.
38. As I returned, I was thinking busily, my friend, reflecting what a strange thing love of glory isl how this passion alone is unescapeable even by those who are considered wholly admirable, let alone that man who in other respects had led a life that was insane and reckless, and not undeserving of the fire. Then I encountered many people coming out to see the show themselves, for they expected to find him still alive. You see, on the day before it had been given out that he would greet the rising sun, as in fact they say the Brahmans do, before mountin the pyre. Well, I turned back most of them by saying the deed had been done already, those to whom it was not in itself highly desirable to see the actual spot, anyhow, and gather up some relic of the fire. In that business I assure you, my friend, I had no end of trouble, telling the story to all while they asked questions and sought exact information.
Whenever I noticed a man of taste, I would tell him the facts without embellishment, as I have to you, but for the benefit of the dullards, agog to listen, I would thicken the plot a bit on my own account, saying that when the pyre was kindled and Proteus flung himself bodily in, a great earthquake first took place, accompanied by a bellowing of the ground, and then a vulture, flying up out of the midst of the flames, went off to Heaven,34 saying, in human speech, with a loud voice:
“I am through with the earth; to Olympus I fare.”They were wonder-struck and blessed themselves with a shudder, and asked me whether the vulture sped eastwards or westwards; I made them whatever reply occurred to me.
40. On my return to the festival, I came upon a grey-haired man whose face, I assure you, inspired confidence in addition to his beard and his general air of consequence, telling all about Proteus, and how, since his cremation, he had beheld him in white raiment a little while ago, and had just now left him walking about cheerfully in the Portico of the Seven Voices,35 wearing a garland of wild olive. Then on top of it all, he put the vulture, swearing that he himself had seen it flying up out of the pyre, when I myself had just previously let it fly to ridicule fools and dullards.
FOOTNOTES
33. Part of the Hindu element was the idea that the souls after death were conducted to the South, the region of the Manes See
Atharvaveda 18, 3, 13; 4, 40, 2.
34. At the death of Plato and of Augustus it was an eagle; in the case of Polycarp, a dove.
35. This was a portico on the east side of the Altis which had a sevenfold echo (Pausan., V, 21, 17; Pliny, XXXVI, 100).
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Several points:
1. Lucian of Somasota is the author and writes the account as though to a friend Cronius. The Cynic Peregrinus cremated himself as some kind of pronouncement of faith or philosophy, I think, but in the end called on superstitious religious belief. The reference about turning to the South is about Hindu beliefs, according to the footnote. The appeal to the spirits of both his parents had significant superstitious/religious meaning for the Greco-Roman aristocrat, too, it seems, though I don't fully follow. Lucian highlights all of this. I don't know too much about Cynic philosophy but I would guess some of these ritual may have undermined the symbol of cremation. At the same time, we need to keep in mind that Lucian is telling a good story.
2. Verse 37 is not that important to this post. It is mainly background info. Lucian draws parallels between Peregrinus's death and that of Socrates.
3. The part I bolded in Verse 38 has been especially helpful for me in understanding
how and
why accounts are embellished. Note the
kind of things he added for embellishment. Then look at Verse 40 and see the
kind of story the old man told Lucian about Peregrinus's resurrection. It's not exaggeration like we exaggerate things these days when we want to make an impression.
Lucian intentionally added supernatural elements because he knew people would believe it.What is the
reason people would believe it? A bit ago Hans and I got into a conversation about such things when talking about his childhood memories of Sweden. The following post is from that
convo:
HanSolo wrote:
RSM wrote:
Thank you for the story, Hans. I am sure it would sell if it had the appropriate art to go with the stories. Esp. if you can dig something up from your own memory of forms you saw in the mist along the river. That fascinates me because it's right along the lines of what I've concluded people must have experienced. I'm convinced that these stories are not built on thin air. I am also convinced that these creatures do not exist in factual reality. So I've been trying to figure out where in the human brain the two connect.
It makes a lot of sense.
When you walk in the early morning and the mist is heavy and moving around by the slow breeze. It dances. It moves. It form shapes and faces. And the same happens at dawn and dusk with the trees. It is scary when you walk out there alone. But I can still remember the amazing feeling in a morning like that. You feel you're in Heaven and seeing angels. ... but back to reality... it's just vapors.
Back in old days, really long time ago, it is completely understandable that the early humans saw these shadows dancing and believing it was something alive. Since it wasn't a body, it was spiritual. The ideas grew, and stories were made.
Thus, we see that the line between fact and fantasy is very thin and not always easily discernible. Also, the two realities have co-existed for thousands of years, i.e. back in Lucian's day some people believed in the supernatural and some did not. The same is true today. Also, some people differentiate between religion and superstition. Yet one person's religion is another persons' superstition.