I was wondering what onesheep meant by the sentence āJesus came to save us from our nature, our good nature.ā
And thought it meant something like, people believe what they are doing is good and for the good of others, when in fact its wrong and that Jesus opens our eyes to see what we think is our good nature is actually killing us and others.
If it is helpful, I define our nature in terms of drives, appetites, capacities, etc. Actual behaviors are individual choices. People make hurtful, bad choices. Bad choices are a manifestation of good nature filtered through ignorance and blindness.
Jesus came to save us from our ignorance and blindness, which are arguably part of our good nature. To me, blindness is a necessary phenomenon, as I explained elsewhere (to you, but not on this thread), and ignorance is, well, a lack of wisdom which is overcome more each day. Is ignorance a āgoodā part of our nature? To me, it is rather neutral. Ignorance just is, it is a mystery. All creatures with a brain are born knowing less than they do before they experience the world.
Back to the topic, though, I contemplated a bit today about the idea of manās āfallenā nature, and I have a possible theory about the appeal of such a way of thinking.
Have you heard of what some refer to as the ātyranny of the mindā?
Do you look at your past as the āgood old daysā? Many, if not most, people find their past much rosier than their present. Why? We really do forget more of the bad things that happen in our lives than the good things. We want to forget, and we actually do. We remember parts of our lives that are more pleasant to revisit.
So, of course it is going to seem like we come from a better state than we are today. Today is full of stress and anxiety and so forth. Childhoods were wonderful and worry free, at least that is the appearance. It is the tyranny of the mind. Itās not bad, though. It just gives us an unrealistic view of the past.
A story about man being better ābeforeā is going to be the one that is going to make sense to more people.
Once in awhile, when I am in the fields, I pick up a stone that was pretty obviously a stone tool used by a native American. I have seen dozens of these. In the old days, I used to long to have lived the simple life of one of those natives. Once, however, I picked up one of those stones and said to myself, āthis was last held by a person who probably fretted about his future, regretted his pains, stressed a little about relationships, and had to deal with his own set of inherited appetites and capacities.ā
I donāt idealize life in the past anymore.