A comment over on my friend Nate’s blog Finding Truth caught my eye today.
Imagine if I were to publically announce the following on the internet:
I would like to share with you the most important event in all of human history. Forty years ago today, my grandfather died and was buried. However, three days later he was brought back to life by the ancient Roman god, Jupiter, given a superhero-like, immortal body, capable of walking through locked doors and teleporting between cities. Then, after a forty day fishing trip with some of his closest buddies, he was beamed up into the clouds from a mountain in Oregon into a inter-galactic space vehicle which then traveled at super-sonic speed to the outer edges of space, where he sits on a throne of gold at this very moment, but will come again in two thousand years to judge the living and the dead.
My grandfather is God, the Creator.
Believe in him as your Lord and Savior, or perish.
Analysis: I would be laughed off the internet and possibly committed to a mental health institution. So why does educated society use kid gloves in response to similar outlandish, absurd claims by “persons of faith”…who should really be referred to as…persons of superstition?