As One Worthwhile or of the Many Worthless

The very many are ruled by the very few. It has always been this way. Every effort to change it has failed… because such has always been a ploy by the few to replace others among the few, using the many as its soldiers for doing so. The dupes are surprised when they eventually realize they are still the peons they always were. They are pawns to be sacrificed in someone else’s game. Even if they become “queens” in the game, it as pieces, not players.

We unimportant people are the easy victims of villains and heroes. Whether armed or unarmed, ready or not, the common folk prove helpless. We only ever stand a chance against each other.

If you died, would it make a real difference? Would the world change even in the slightest? Of course your loved ones would mourn you… but if they are unimportant, what does it matter?

God describes the mortal and only human as “lambs gathered for the slaughter.” He enjoyed, as instant gratification, watching Samson slaughter Philistines in droves. Oh, have no doubt about it! He mourned the death of Samson, one man, but not the thousands of men and women this one man murdered.

The slain Philistines had friends and family. They were mourned by those who loved them. So what? Who were these loved ones that it mattered?

Jesus of Nazareth seemed normal… at first. He seemed ordinary… even when he proved otherwise. The few who ruled the many hated this one man… because he was not one they controlled. He inspired the many more than the few ever did, or ever could. The few turned the many against him, to murder this one man who was expected to be lost in the crowd. The death of Jesus changed everything. He conquered death, turning the thing that was to destroy him into his to do with as he pleased.

You cannot conquer death. You may pretend, claiming your works or your children or the memories of others as your immortality. You shall not be around to enjoy of it. Even if you see it from heaven, it is not among the living. The dead are dead, indeed, whether in heaven or hell or elsewhere.

Death is shameful, even when glorious or honorable. A disembodied spirit is naked and a lifeless body is meat and bones.

The death of Jesus was shameful. Not only was it the murder of an innocent man, but the man was divided into being a spook and a piece of meat. It was the resurrection of Jesus that was glorious. By returning to life, he opened the door for us. He became the Savior.