Jesus and Pop Rocks

        My son was concerned that the myth he had to create for Language Arts class was not believable enough.

       “No one will think this is good, Mom. Why did I pick such a bad subject? Who would believe that bats hang upside down because Zeus put a curse on them to make them look stupid? Who would believe that?”

       “Well who wouldn’t?!” I said. “Look at other myths out there….. Cupid, Poseidon, Pandora....Big Foot? They’re all pretty silly and hard to believe, and some myths are even STILL thought of as factual.  And Mikey didn't die from consuming pop rocks with soda, either.....”

       And then I started talking about Adam and Eve….and Jesus.

       The creationist theory of Adam and Eve is pretty ridiculous. I have a hard time believing that we all came from those ignorant and self-absorbed numskulls. And Jesus? He must have had some pretty great storytellers and writers in his entourage. They did a hell of a job. We can all make up stories and run wild with them, but for tales and anecdotes to be thought of as truth for centuries…now that’s a successful writer. Don’t hear me wrong, I’m sure Jesus was a really cool guy and participated in many selfless and philanthropic ventures…. Heck, he was probably the life of the party too, but I bet he got a little irritating with his continued obsession with ‘Daddy’, and his exaggerated stories. Being the teacher’s pet probably contributed a little to his social problems as well, don’t you think? No one likes a suck-up….or someone with a superiority complex….or a martyr. Man, Freud would have had a ball with that guy on his couch.

       But as I continued to spew my sarcastic, conjectural and less than respectful views on Christianity to my son, he suddenly stopped me….

       “Mom, you can’t say stuff like that! People really believe that stuff and spend their whole lives proving that it’s true. Some myths are based on fact, you know. I actually believe that Big Foot could exist!”