Oddly, in the convos I've had with Christians, I'm always the one who brings up the historicity of Jesus - it never seems to occur to believers to question his existence. It goes (generally) something like this:
Me: 'Well, I don't believe Jesus was the son of God.'
Them: 'What about those miracles in the Bible? How do you explain that?'
Me: 'Pretty much the same way I explain stories about Cinderella and Jack the Giant Slayer.'
Them: 'But they weren't real people.'
Me: 'Like I said...'
Them: *stunned silence*
Boru
Me: 'Well, I don't believe Jesus was the son of God.'
Them: 'What about those miracles in the Bible? How do you explain that?'
Me: 'Pretty much the same way I explain stories about Cinderella and Jack the Giant Slayer.'
Them: 'But they weren't real people.'
Me: 'Like I said...'
Them: *stunned silence*
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson
