As I sat there in church, for the sake of my extended family, I realized what a joke the entire nativity story of Christianity is, and I don't say this pejoratively.
I stared down at the priest, who was giving a sermon about the story, with a bunch of small tots dressed up as ancient goat herders gathered around the altar. I stared at the glaring eyes of those around me, my family included, gulping each and every word as absolute truth professed by the almighty God. Then I realized, this is a joke.
Of course, I never believed the story, and have been an declared atheist for many years now. I had always dismissed the story as mythological trite, but I had never viewed it through the lenses of logic. Let me enlighten you as to my point of view:
Christians believe that, 2009 years ago, the son of God was born in a humble manger in Judea, of a virgin mother. Fine, that's not the point I'm arguing. What I
am arguing is the chutzpah of
every believing Christian, the fact that you
all turned a secondhand account of an event that had happened centuries before and then declared the account(s) as
ABSOLUTE TRUTH, and proceeded to establish a religion out of it.
I'm not arguing the logistics of a virgin birth, nor am I arguing the existence of God; I am merely seething at the hubris, the egotism of Christians to proclaim outdated secondhand accounts as the paramount truth and acts of God
