Two close acquaintances have recently severed their relationship with me, independent of each other. I was surprised, and glad, to have each of the relationships for the months that they lasted.
Who wants chemo? 8 years ago I chose to undergo four and a half months of it, I wanted something... that was inside me to go away, and it worked, but it was really miserable.
What if the cancer team that treated me realized they could have a vastly larger business if they adulterated the chemo drugs, turned them into recreational drugs, that made people feel fabulous, but didn't cure the cancer?
Jesus teachings and example are powerful cancer drug. I use, refine, cary, aggressively advertise and dispense his medicine, by way of analogy, in the purest strongest form. His teachings and example kill the cancer of selfishness that is killing all our joy, has killed virtually all of our joy, most of us have no recollection of joy, and, our selfishness is so intoxicating to us that we are killing our children's planet to get our last fixes.
Christianity, you say? Adulterated Jesus, nothing but the brand name, deadly recreational drug dispensed in its place.
Probably no one goes to the cancer center to socialize. No one goes there for fun. No one goes there for recreational drugs.
Jesus chose to make of himself a cure. They killed him for it. Sinead O'Connor chose to make of herself a cure. We killed her for it.
When people figure out what I really am they sever the relationships almost always.
I will not stop using and carrying the Cure that Jesus offers because there possibly are one or two people now or in the future that can be brought out of their addiction back to joyful life by me doing what I do.
And it is not Jesus' cure. Any more than Einstein's theories are his. They were there to be discovered. They merely did so.
And my joyful life in the attempt is a trillion times worth the price of my near total isolation and the increasing likelihood that someone's going to off me for my stance against christianity.