Category Archives: Mythology

Christologies of the New Testament

In lieu of my frustration in finding an accurate breakdown of the views that various early Jewish Christians held on Jesus of Nazareth, I am posting this graphic that I constructed based on my readings of several New Testament scholars. If you are familiar with much of my work, you will know that one enduring interest of mine is the history of religious ideas and/or the evolution of god concepts over time. As such, it is very interesting to me to see how the current Christian doctrines evolved and came into existence.

What is also very interesting to me is that in the publication of bibles, older christological views have not been edited out, but left in plain sight for all to read. I actually don’t have much of a problem with the earliest views – that Jesus of Nazareth held to the “spirit of the Jewish law” so much so that he could be considered a “son of God” in their midst. Insofar as the God metaphor holds, I would also call Buddha, Confucius, and Muhammad “sons of God”… I don’t think this most basic christology would be at odds with many Jews or Muslims. christologies

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Every Sunday I Visit a Cyclops

Well, some Sundays I can’t drag myself to his Cave (having been seduced by the gentle Hands of Spring, Summer, or Fall)…

But when I do attend that place where shadows chase themselves among the Sheep and mildewed air, I can’t stop staring at His ominous and stormy Eye, into which I gaze too confidently, with a confidence that comes from my position as a ghostly messenger between the Land of the Living and the Land of the Dead.

With His one large Eye, He sees into me, and knows that one of his Sheep, I am not. I have travelled too far and wide. And He is one Cyclops among many…

But this is my Cyclops, and I love Him for it. When I do visit his Cave, I am warmed by the His Sheep and His hot breath as he tells His stories, enchanting His Sheep.

With his one large Eye, he seems to gaze off into the distance, to reach out across time…But the poor fool is too near-sighted to see very much…How could I, with hundreds of Eyes in my pocket, judge Fate’s fortunate plan…

Some of His Sheep come to the Cave with fleece of gold, which He hopes to shear, no doubt. But no matter to me. I am in need of no wool, for Science, She brings Heat to my Temple, Love, She brings Truth to the Fire, and Mystery, She sews us a cloak in the night…

The Cyclops and I, we are good for each other. He is the hot-breathed Voice of the Dead. Once upon a time, He would have eaten me whole, unless I first could put a stake through His Eye. He will not pay a visit to me, but insists I visit Him. I feel this is fair, for in my Temple there is too much too see. I once tried speaking with Him, but soon noticed that He had no ears…

“Poor fool,” I thought to myself. “No wonder that he likes his life in the Cave.”