| | Can you heal men with your hands? Do you know anyone who can? Do they commonly appear on news and morning shows, curing the sick and injured? Probably not. However, you know that space exists. You know that the moon exists. Just look up and you'll see the big bastard hanging in the sky. You know space shuttles exist. You know the hardware and computers exist to build them. You know Abraham Lincoln "Freed the slaves", right? If not, then our nation would be quite different today. I'm not saying these things to be sarcastic and vindictive, but to prove a point. You ask, "why is it I can't believe countless recollections of a man performing miracles and preaching about god". As living beings, humans have physical senses to gather information from an outside source of stimulation, ie smell, taste, sight....Humans are also in possession of a mind, one that assimilates, processes and describes those sensations to whatever can be considered our "Self" within the mind...the "soul", the "id"...whatever you like to call it...(just don't call it God's) As the external events are being translated to us by our brain, humans require a volitional, independent thought, a very important one: "Is This Real?" If a human doesn't grasp this thought, at any time he can be expected to jump from cliffs and run in front of cars because he believes imaginery things (demons, green mokeys, whatever) are chasing, and he thinks THEY ARE REAL. Because of the very nature of the man, Jesus, it is impossible to grant him any more belief than any other ranting fool. Perhaps he preached about god, but so do a lot of people. Perhaps he performed sleight-of-hand to create the appearance of miracles, but so do a lot of people. There isn't much that's astonishing about the life of Christ, except that people believe to this day he was the bastard child of some far off, threatening father figure named God. I don't take the Nieztschean stance of simply making jokes at Jesus' expense and calling it proof. If a man named Jesus existed, he was just a man. That is reality. I know my great great grandparents existed, even though I never met them, because I am alive today, and I have observed how humans procreate and can see the results: me. But how do I know they didn't have superpowers? Because no one around me has superpowers. Perhaps if God wanted "His Son" to be more believed, he should have made him less showman and more philosopher.
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