The bane of my existence:
To challenge a religious belief, you need at least one Ph.d.
To be a missionary, you need to be breathing. (Strike that. Breathing is optional.)
The net result of this is that the vast, vast majority of people are told that they “just don’t understand”, while at the same time every idiot with a messenger-of-God complex gets a free pass.
To me, it’s simple. If I were sitting at a coffee shop and some guy walked up to me with two stone tablets and told me that the writing on it was done by a god, I’d get the hell out of there. If someone told me that angels or demons were chasing them, I’d probably assume that they were off their meds.
Why is it that when we deal with the exact same situation in a history book we’re supposed to be reverent and awe struck?