It amuses me that people believe a blue collar carpenter had deep stuff to tell the world. He was probably illiterate like Mohamed too.
Here is the cumulation of Jesus’s best advice: “I’ve been a carpenter my whole life. Don’t build yer house on sand, build it on a foundation on bedrock.’ (Later that turned into a proverb about how to lead your life.) To be fair President Abe Lincoln was raised by a carpenter, but then he avidly read books and went to law school and became a great speechwriter, which you don’t hear about with Jesus. We know Jesus was a rough alcoholic prone to angry outbursts too. You don’t hear about him being tutored or mentored when he visited the synagogues either.
Buddha was the son of an aristocrat, who then ran away and wandered alone while thinking and meditating for a few years. Point is he was probably sufficiently educated in childhood about the classics to have a lot more nuanced understanding about how human society operates.
A couple of handyman visited my house the other day and they were rough and spoke in slurred voices about how Obama’s wife looks like a Transvestite and how Trump is gonna fix them dems gud. It does not take much brains to cut and nail a few boards together, just really simple arithmetic -and learning by trial and error – no critical thinking required, it’s all practical stuff. 2000 years ago before there were universities, the flunkies and Mexicans Sears hires to service my house could have been Jesus. Christians who look up to Jesus should seek therapy from their local carpenters, locksmiths, plumbers, farmers, car mechanics, and the guy who fixes your cellphone when you crack the screen.
So one day Jesus decided he was fucking tired of carrying boards and climbing onto roofs to labor in the sun, and being ripped off by taxman and scoundrels who don’t even pay him. He would rather travel Israel like a prophet, entertained by locals while drinking and giving speeches as a guest. And so Christianity began when Joe Smith quit his day job and started lecturing about what he had thought about while sanding planks for his whole life.
My life is shit. I’M GONNA MOVE AWAY AND BE A TEACHER.
I’m tired of doing work and not being paid to the agreement by those fucking greedy Pharisees, while they get paid generously for light work and they can tell all the chicks who is their daddy. I could do that job too. And while I’m at it I’m gonna tell the world that everyone should pay their handymen what is due or they’ll be sent to hell. I’ll say it’s harder for a rich man to get into heaven than for a camel to get through the head of a needle, and jab my finger at the Pharisees and tell them to eat shit.