A friend of mine, an old Italian philosopher, wrote this. I thought it rather thought provoking.
Get out of my way Jesus! You are all wrong, all wrong! Even your sex is wrong. You have no right to interfere, to intercede. Get out of my way you... you great deceiver of the unworthy and helpless. It is my privilege to face Satan even as it is my exclusive privilege to fail. You swindler, robbing me of my sins! Wiping off my dept. My dept, my guilt!
The scoundrel!
“Here Claudio”, he says, “I have died for you! You are now saved and forever unable to save yourself... forever more in my dept!”
In effects, he pickles me and preserves me forever more in a state of failure! He steals my guilt and walks away with my soul! No thanks. It is Satan’s offer that I understand as the divine gift! It is the dual to the death. He challenges me... I have to fight for my own salvation and if not - perish and go to hell... with Virginia! As I should!
How can anyone wash away my guilt? By making me even more stupid than nature had so cleverly disposed?
Get out of my way Jesus! You are all wrong, all wrong! Even your sex is wrong. You have no right to interfere, to intercede. Get out of my way you... you great deceiver of the unworthy and helpless. It is my privilege to face Satan even as it is my exclusive privilege to fail. You swindler, robbing me of my sins! Wiping off my dept. My dept, my guilt!
The scoundrel!
“Here Claudio”, he says, “I have died for you! You are now saved and forever unable to save yourself... forever more in my dept!”
In effects, he pickles me and preserves me forever more in a state of failure! He steals my guilt and walks away with my soul! No thanks. It is Satan’s offer that I understand as the divine gift! It is the dual to the death. He challenges me... I have to fight for my own salvation and if not - perish and go to hell... with Virginia! As I should!
How can anyone wash away my guilt? By making me even more stupid than nature had so cleverly disposed?