Jesus The Mystic Series

First Chapter- The Significance

What is the sigficance of Jesus' death?

A question that wrestled in my head since I was like 8 or 9 years of age.

But why Jesus had to die for my sins?

The funny thing is, even those who were not born yet are already sure deal to reach heaven because they as well were already saved from their sins.

And mind you Jesus dies every year for everybody's shortcomings, mistakes, fears, foul mouth, irresponsibilities, cruelty, betrayal, deceit, and not to forget the seven deadly sins---- pride, envy, lust, gluttony, wrath, greed and sloth.

Also the curse of this so called original sin that each of us has been marked with, including a helpless fetus in utero.

"We are all cursed with ancestral sin, when Adam and Eve disobeyed God and consumed a forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, man was cursed. Beside the original sin, everyday we commit sins.
We are sinful and we must ask God for forgiveness everyday. From the time we were still a single celled inside our mother's womb -we are cursed with original sin. All humanity is cursed.
And Jesus was crucified to save and deliver us from this curse."

I recalled Father Rob's words in one of his homily,
I was 8 and heartbroken.

At this point, hearing all these as a child I was shattered but deep inside I refused to believe so and with this, the seeker in me was then ready to find a sensible explaination to why Jesus had to die.

Perhaps, the real answer is not written in the Bible or maybe the authors did not know? Or perhaps they knew but was written out, so to keep humanity in the dark.

But light always creeps in, we are made out of light. Our body composed of 100 trillion billion of cells, that at its core is made up of atom and atom at its core is made up of light.

Human intelligence will always finds its way to the light---always! Its our nature to always seek expansion.

As a child, I was really puzzled with this conditioning of my elders and enviroment.
Outside I was an obedient kid that goes to church and attends sunday school classes like everyone else my age but inside, I was always a rebel and my mind never sits still always questioning, always wondering but also afraid to ask...afraid to ask "forbidden" questions...afraid to be rediculed.

That was my childhood, full of questioning and all the time the asking is happening in my head alone, because of fear to be out of place.

I read alot and I do not take things on face value. I did'nt know how to read until I was 8 and I used to practice everyday with my paternal grandma. Until I became a good reader and from then books were my constant companion and solace. I read everything from the Bible, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, teens love stories, UFOs, Edgar Cayce's to metaphysical books from my father's collection.

I remember, I was 10 and we were attending a black saturday mass.

I could not help but asked myself, why people has to glorify the cross, the very thing where Jesus was killed?

What if Jesus died by a bow or hit by a horse or fell from a tree should we all glorified the same?

I was just wondering of course, my usual inquisitive mind. There must be a sensible explaination to this.

I assured myself that one day, when I become a little more intelligent I will find an answer or perhaps a confirmation to my truth. When I grow up I will know and understand better, I told myself. It was then as early as 10, Christianity had lost a follower.

In short, I am always a seeker, a seeker of a deeper meaning of things around me and one incessant question that bothered me day and night as a child was why Jesus had to die for my sins?