I feel like it’s one of those things that doesn’t make sense to anyone until they find themselves heartbroken, desolate, unloved, and alone.

In Jesus you have the shining example of the one person who did not deserve all of the bad things that happened to him.

The one person whom, when bad things happened to them, it was an affront to everything good and wholesome and just and true in the entire universe, both corporeal and incorporeal.

I don’t think that his sacrifice was made to appease God.

I think his sacrifice was made for the broken people to build a bridge between everything that’s horrible and ugly and shitty about you, that you hate about yourself, and that the rest of the world also hates about you, and the divine, wonderful, amazing, everything that you love about yourself, and everything that the universe loves about you.

Jesus’s sacrifice is not about completing some bizarre ancient ritual to break through some curse that was laid upon us by the sin of Eve and Adam in my opinion.

I think it’s about completing some bizarre ancient ritual before you were even born to break through the curse that was laid upon you by your own sins.

My theology is a little rusty, but I believe the point if it was basically to serve as one final, ultimate sacrifice - much like the ones made to Him for centuries before - one that would remove the burden of offerings in order to curry favor (ostensibly, anyway- practically we obviously know otherwise) from us going forward.

I might be waaay off base tho, who knows 🤷‍♂️