I recently came across the title, Jesus Died for This?: A Satirist's Search for the Risen Christ. I'm not going to buy or read the book, so this is no commentary on it, but I found the premise intriguing: a sympathetically sardonic look at a tradition one loves.
Here's my problem: I'm all too ready to engage in that kind of pastime myself. Flip my switch, and I can jokingly rip just about anything to shreds, even something I love.
I do not know the author, so this is not about her. But I do know about me, and I know that when I start in on something like this, I am not doing anything but making myself look good by making others look, well, not so good.
So I say: Yes, Bodhidharma came from the West for all of this! Every last bit of it. My foolishness included.
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