On the Pope's Funeral

The Pope's funeral and its majestuosity gave me an uneasy feeling. Somehow the teachings of Jesus go in the opposite direction of what I saw for a week.

Something or someone called God created everything that is in this planet and beyond. All the suns, galaxies and cosmic dust was created by him. Also, all the green and blue in this planet, as well as its main creation: Human Beings. Kind of odd, I know, that God's main creation was so destructive by nature against other creations and against its peers mainly. But God also gave man a brain and put there a whole lot of interactions, feelings, ideas and logic in order for us to make our own decisions. God made sure there was plenty of good things inside our head and quiet a few bad, so that we could lead a life long struggle on what is good and what is not.

After several years of letting human beings roam the earth freely, God realized that things were going south. There was a lot of wars, famine, people were not loving each other, man were killing man -and woman and children and animals and trees and so on- and they were not respecting God the way they should have. Whether we wanted or not, God got his hands dirty with dirt in order to make the first human being and then took a whole rib to make its masterpiece: a woman. Strange enough, I was born with my both ribs, but well, that's just a detail. So things were not right here on earth, so somehow God produced a son and whether his son agreed to it or not, he was sent to boot camp, in other words to earth.

So God's son came to earth and was named Jesus and his mission was to live as human but with super natural powers and show everybody what was the whole point on being born, grow up, have children, spoil them and then die. Jesus taught all of them who had enough free time in their hands such things as love, respect, forgiveness, meditation, and maybe some dance steps as well. He never wrote a single word on paper, but everybody around him had very good memory and later on they wrote the memories of Jesus and published it.

Something went wrong and Jesus, God's only son was killed. Not in an accident but in a very messy trial that resemble those held in Guantanamo Bay and was tortured like if he was in the Abu Grahib prison; and finally, after hours of kicking the hell out of him and according to Mel Gibson, he finally passed away. I believe it was kind of hard for God himself to see all this bullshit down here; everybody making Jesus' life hard and stuff, and the man couldn't even used his super powers at that time. I still don't know why God didn't just erased the earth and went back to the drawing board.

And also Jesus was sent to a very frigging poor family and he was born in a barn. There was a horse and a mule that provided heat and three guys that brought gifts but that weren't enough for Joseph and Maria to retire. Cheap bastards. And then the poor Jesus died poor and in the middle of an angry riot.

That's odd.

The Pope, as far as I know, is somehow God's envoy to earth, his ambassador. He is the one who has to spread the word of God and the teachings of Jesus. Not that we had to get the poor old man up in a cross without water and let him die, of course not. But such a magnificent funeral that resemble more an emperor's dead than God's envoy is kind of odd. And wass up with that mansion-country where all the top executives of the church live and work, ah? That thing is far from being the barn where Jesus was born and doesn't compare to the house were he lived.

Something is kind of odd in this picture. Why would God let his only son go through so much shit, but the Pope gets away with the mansion? And not just the Pope, but also all these churches here in the Bible Belt where I'm stuck at right now too; each one is bigger and prettier and taller than the next and the people drive even bigger and better cars than the one down the street in order to go to mass.

Something, somehow is kind of out of place in this whole picture.