There was a leaflet in my postbox today advising me that a certain Jesus died for my sins. This puzzles me. I have by no means led a blameless life - a fact that fills me with both pleasure and regret depending on which sinful memory I'm contemplating, but I'm pretty sure (despite the drugged uncertainties of my memory) that I haven't done anything that merited nailing to a wooden framework for a lingering death. I am also fairly confidant that I didn't commit any crimes, transgressions or even acts of less than impeccable manners during the first century CE (or AD if you prefer). So on sober reflection I must conclude that this chap Jesus was mistaken - it was very civil of him I'm sure - but to be honest if he wanted to take responsibility for my sins it would have been quite adequate if he'd paid my speeding fines and debts and apologised for me to a few people.
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