Listen to Jesus – Don’t Read Books, Don’t Watch TV, Just Listen

Happy Hump Day, Heathens!

I am a YouTube junkie.

It’s true. I love the fact that everyday, regular people can publish intelligent video content and have an audience without having to go through a bunch of old, rotting execs at Fox or something.

The downside is, of course, anyone can publish content, intelligent or not. Content which I, being the aforementioned YouTube junkie that I am, sometimes end up watching. I do it with full knowledge of the torture I’m about to put myself through. I can’t explain why. I guess it’s like the whole staring-at-an-accident thing. It’s just so awful, I can’t look away.

So, I came across this gem today.

And by gem, of course, I mean raging pile of utter nonsense.

Gimme a sec, I’m still trying to shake the echoing nonsense in my head.

Robert Downy Jr. is irritated.

Tell it like it is, Bobby D.

Now that I’ve suffered, I’m going to make you suffer, too. You can thank me later. For now, watch:

Shhh.

SHHHH!

I’m listening. I don’t hear anything. Maybe Jesus is about to get a high score on Temple Run.

For all its  faults, this video does answer a lot of questions. For example, why don’t religious fundamentalists do more critical thinking? Now we know. They’re listening. They don’t read books, not even the bible. They are just… listening.

And focusing. On Jesus.

I like to think of myself as a smart woman. I mean, I’m no rocket scientist, but I can find my way around a library. Even with the smarts I like to think I have though, I cannot, for the life of me, figure out what it means in the physical world to focus on Jesus.

Do I just print out my favourite picture of him and stare? Forever?

Jesus

Focus on Jesus

Nothing is happening. Maybe he’s playing Candy Crush.

What happens if I have to pee? Do I get a time out? Is there a set number of time outs I can burn through like the Cleveland Browns in the preseason?

What do I do with my bible if I’m not to read it? Why are there words printed in it if it’s not for reading?

If Jesus is alive, is he just a boss at hide and seek and its been our turn to seek for 2000 years?

He is alive but we still must believe in him. See, I’m not so sure Santadowner here understands what “alive” means. I am alive. My son is looking at me right now. He doesn’t need to believe I am alive because he sees it. He knows I am alive. See what I mean? The dots just aren’t connecting.

They are indeed sheep. I’ll give him that.

I’d love to know if this video raised or answered any questions for you. Let me know. I’ll be over here staring at my favourite Jesus pic, listening, sure I won’t hear anything more than dog farts.

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  • Nope, no answers for me because, like you, I already know the contradicting hypocrites are crazy! Even the seemingly “normal” people of society that go about partying and living in sin all week and then being “forgiven” every Sunday would sit and nod their head at this video. But wait, this.is.a.video, meaning you had to watch it to be told not to watch it. What the hell?!

    Anyway, great post, thanks for the entertainment!

  • Edward

    I sat through most of that video open-mouthed… I just… what the fuck? So that’s my two cents regarding the video itself, though I do have something of relative value to say regarding its content.

    When I was a Christian, or, more accurately, when I believed in the Christian god (the necessity for that clarification will become clear), I tried to listen to Jesus. I physically tried to hear him telling me what to do or think at times. And since I couldn’t hear an actual voice, I attributed some of my more profound or disruptive thoughts to God. Now that I think about it, I always considered myself more of a God fellow than a Jesus one, by which I mean I always thought of the particular higher power of Christianity as God, not Jesus. I obviously understood that they were one and the same, but though that is a steadfast doctrine, it is still not an easy one to grasp. I always took issue with the whole Trinity concept. (Though let’s be honest.. it may as well be a duality; I imagine few Christians truly give equal regard to the Holy Spirit. It’s simply too vague of an entity, if it even IS an entity.) Alas, my point is that when I prayed, which was often, I prayed to the God with whom I wanted a relationship. Not the man-god who allegedly died for my sins. So I guess I was trying to listen to God all along, when I really should have been trying to listen to Jesus!

    But I’m going to assume, for the sake of my argument, that that distinction is irrelevant. I tried to listen, and I was answered with silence. Heart-wrenching silence which instilled in me a level of self-doubt and failure that lingered with me for some time even after my de-conversion. This God that I believed was there refused to even acknowledge my desire to… to what? To talk to him? To listen to him? To let him solve the issues present in my life, knowing full well that it was ALWAYS real, actual, physical actions or inactions on my part that could actually accomplish anything? I honestly don’t know. I think what I wanted most of all, though, was motivation. Inspiration. Purpose. I did not realize that these things could not be given to me, but rather could only be created by me.

    And so it was that my life fell into a level of disrepair from which I have yet to recover. Religion ravished my mind. Rather than make the changes I needed to make of my own conviction and willpower, I prayed for things to change. Or rather, I prayed for the necessary drive required to make a change. I never received that drive. But not to worry, for it wasn’t my fault. Not in my mind. I didn’t need to try to make a change. I needed to wait until God was ready for me to make a change. After all, his will be done, one way or another. Personal responsibility for my actions or lack thereof is something I still struggle with today. I grew up without any need for it. God had abandoned me, and I didn’t know why. But I didn’t need to know why. All I needed to know was that one day he would show himself. And it would all be for a reason. In the meantime, I watched my life, and with it the very essence of who I was, deteriorate before my eyes. And I watched it with utter nonchalance.

    I know some Christian will read this and attribute my atheism to anger. Anger at the god who abandoned me. He or she would be wrong. I know how deluded I was. I know how deluded the entire system is. My issue, at its heart, came down to a lack of personal responsibility. God had a plan for me and everyone else. Every Christian, indeed every religious follower of a predestination doctrine, is absolved of personal responsibility by default. Fortunately, most of them don’t live as though that were the case. Well I did. I took that doctrine to heart, though not consciously or willingly, and absolved myself of any and all responsibility and guilt. The situation in which I became entombed as a result of my indoctrination is the single greatest determinant of my future. The sole barrier which stands between me and the rest of the world and all it has to offer. It’s never easy to dig yourself out of a hole, but to dig yourself out of a hole that you dug for your entire sentient childhood and adolescence without any regard for how much it was deepening is nigh on impossible.

    So fuck listening to Jesus. A myth capable of destroying, or at least drastically delaying the productivity of, a life deserves to be scorned and refuted to its utter demise. Nothing else.

    • Wow. thank you for sharing that with me. You know, I make fun of religion and throw around blasphemy and generally try to have a bit of fun with this blog, but I’m constantly reminded that people actually suffer in their faith. I wish everyone was brought up with choices. Stories like yours are absolutely devastating. There is such joy in knowing that you have control over your own life and that should be the core teaching throughout our youth. Teaching anything other than that is nothing short of child abuse. Thanks again for sharing and for reading 🙂

      • Derek Bredensteiner

        Some christians, who don’t literally believe in their faith but understand jesus/god as a voice inside the head, when they say “listen to jesus, not the preacher, not the bible” — what they mean is “listen to yourself, not others”. Not knowing that not everyone hears voices in their head.

        Totally bonkers, but it helps me personally understand where some of the WTF comes from …

    • Derek Bredensteiner

      Edward I went through exact same thing.

      Like exactly.

      I failed to hear voices in my head — everyone else I knew, parents, family, friends etc insisted all I needed to do was listen and that the problem was my failure to open up.

      I always had thoughts in response to my questions, but those thoughts did not manifest as a literal voice, only a vague suggestion.

      I read a book “wwjd” (what would jesus do) and I began to realize that this is how some theists find value in religion — they ask themselves what jesus would do, and they are far enough on the schizotypal spectrum that whatever they might guess as to what jesus would do, whatever guess they have is manifested as a real voice instead of a vague thought.

      Anways Godless Mom thank you for sharing this! This nutter sounds just like my dad 🙂

  • Dawndee Nicole

    as always, a great post! Loved all the responses as well. Funny you mention YouTube… I set up my channel today. I hope that if I follow through I won’t be an accident that you can’t stop looking at. Time will tell LOL

  • Mats B

    If people listens more to imaginary friends there will be more serial killers out there wont it?

  • Matt

    I was just thinking about this today. I was rereading my journal from my Christian days and in one entry I said I wanted god to make all my decisions. Rather than think, weight the options, consider potential outcomes, etc., I just listened. As a result, I would often do whatever happened to pop into my head, which led to many stupid mistakes. Thanks a lot, god.