(December 13, 2016 at 11:33 am)vorlon13 Wrote: Even in my era, grade school learnin' was summarized as the 3 'Rs', readin', ritin', and rithmetic.This is assuming that Jesus was even a real person.
Reading and writing, while taught at the same time to our children, are separate skills, and 'back in the day' being able to read was absolutely no guaranty that someone had the ability to write.
In Jesus time, men who could write (who would waste time teaching a girl to write?) made big bucks from their skills. Then as now, contracts and business needs were pressing, and being able to write stuff down was a prized ability.
BTW, Jesus probably wasn't a carpenter, the actual words translated to 'carpenter' from the old writings don't really mean 'carpenter'. The probable true occupation of Jesus was most likely just being someone who worked with his hands. Like moving stuff around, or a helper to someone with some actual skills, like plumbing, stone work, or even carpentry.
IIRC, the carpenter thing regarding Jesus is more likely a theological assertion being a parallel between working with wood as he worked with people. Also, there is the obvious tie between carpentry and being crucified on a wooden cross.
So Jesus couldn't write, and he probably wasn't a carpenter.
I suppose if one were to sincerely believe incorrectly either of those false assertions, it could be concluded that individual was not in fact worshipping or believing in The One True Jesus, and was or will be damned to eternal torment upon their death . . .
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll