Why Atonement Theology Is Comfort Food—and Why It Fails Us
The false security of debt-and-payment religion.
This is another scroll from the Through Holy Week with Mary Magdalene series, guided by Cynthia Bourgeault’s teaching. In earlier gates we’ve seen Magdalene reframing love itself as a path of ripening — from eros to agape.
Now we turn to the Cross. For centuries, Christians have been told its meaning is debt and payment: Jesus balancing the books with His own blood. Bourgeault names this for what it is: theological comfort food. It fills us, soothes us, but leaves us spiritually malnourished.
Mary Magdalene’s witness offers another path. At the Cross, she does not see wrath appeased or cosmic accounts settled. She sees love carried to completion.
“Jesus died for your sins.”
That line has been treated like a spiritual mic drop for 1,500 years. But it’s really just church-branded fast food. Think McSalvation™. Same combo meal every Sunday: one serving of guilt, one wafer of grace, and a large cup of “don’t ask questions.”
It works because fear is a fantastic business model. Comfort food sells. Transformation doesn’t.
🍖 Hardcore Atonement: God the Rage Monster
Here’s the hardcore recipe: God is furious. The world disappointed Him one too many times, so He demands a blood sacrifice. Not a goat. Not a pigeon. Not even an especially unlucky cow. No — His own Son.
This is less theology and more Game of Thrones. A sky-father so ticked off He needs a corpse to cool down. Divine anger management with a cross for a punching bag.
And we’re told to clap politely and call this love.
🍲 Softcore Atonement: The Cosmic Debt Collector
The “nicer” version swaps wrath for math. Humanity maxed out the cosmic credit card in Eden, and Jesus had to pick up the bill.
God sighs like a sitcom dad: “This hurts me more than it hurts you.” But don’t worry, He’s still holding the belt.
It’s spiritual payday loans: just enough relief to keep you hooked, but the debt never really goes away.
🪞 Why People Swallow It
Atonement theology survives because it’s easy. If someone else pays, I don’t have to. The blood’s already been spilled, the ticket already punched. All that’s left is to nod along, drop something in the plate, and call it grace.
It’s comfort food for the conscience: numbing, familiar, and endlessly reheated.
Cynthia Bourgeault says it plainly: atonement theology “is pretty good comfort food because it allows you to have your cake and eat it too and avoids personal responsibility.” That’s the quiet poison underneath the frosting. It replaces inner transformation with a cosmic transaction. You don’t have to wrestle with your own divine image. You don’t have to wake up, mature, or participate consciously in love’s unfolding.
If Jesus did all the heavy lifting, why learn to stand upright yourself?
This theology keeps people small — not by accident, but by design. It tells you you’re worthless and then sells you back your worth in weekly installments of guilt and relief. It soothes the fear of responsibility with a narcotic called “substitution.”
But the invitation of the Gospel — and what Magdalene and Jesus both reveal — is far riskier: to grow up into God. To live as participants, not dependents. To take responsibility for the divine likeness already written in your being and help bring it to completion, moment by moment, through conscious love.
That’s the part comfort food religion can’t stomach.
📜 The Backstory: How We Got Here
Religion ran on blood long before Jesus. Human sacrifices gave way to animal sacrifices. By His time, the Jerusalem temple was basically a butcher shop with incense.
The prophets started pushing back: “I desire mercy, not sacrifice.” Psalm 51 insisted God wanted a contrite heart, not slaughtered bulls.
Marcus Borg pointed out that Jesus as the “sacrifice once for all” was actually meant to end the cycle. No more doves. No more goats. No more ritual blood.
But the church misread the memo. Instead of seeing the cross as the end of sacrifice, it doubled down and made sacrifice the center forever. We traded lambs for liturgy, goats for guilt, and called it progress.
🩸 The Evangelical Slogan Buffet
And out of that misreading came the greatest hits playlist of bad bumper-sticker theology:
“Washed in the blood!” — as if God runs a celestial laundromat and crimson detergent is the only soap He stocks.
“Jesus paid it all!” — turning salvation into a Visa commercial. Eternity secured at 0% APR. Terms and conditions apply.
“The cross is my credit score!” — okay, nobody actually says that, but that’s the logic: you are unworthy until God updates your divine FICO.
This is the religion of divine accounting software, not the gospel of love. It’s why so many sermons sound less like good news and more like a financial seminar with a torture scene attached.
✨ Magdalene’s Witness: Conscious Love, Not Cosmic Debt
Now stand with Mary Magdalene at the foot of the cross. Everyone else bailed. The men ran. The disciples denied. But she stayed.
That single act flips the whole script.
She does not see wrath appeased. She does not see a ledger balanced. She sees love refusing to abandon. She sees fidelity stronger than fear. She sees human love fused with divine love, standing unbroken in the face of everything Rome and religion could hurl at it.
This is love fulfilled — not in sentiment, but in demonstration. Love that doesn’t blink when the nails are hammered. Love that doesn’t quit when the body convulses. Love that keeps vigil in the dark.
Magdalene’s staying changes the Cross from a story of abandonment into a story of accompaniment. In the official liturgy, she’s often erased, as if the male disciples’ absence was the whole story. But when you restore her to her place, the crucifixion looks different. It is not God turning away from humanity. It is humanity — embodied in Magdalene — refusing to turn away from God.
That’s why Cynthia calls this love “conscious.” It is not passive. It is not pious sentiment. It is eros — the intimate devotion of one who loves in particular — ripening into agape, the universality of love that refuses to let anything fall outside its embrace.
And here’s the kicker: what you behold, you become. The Eastern church calls it theosis: the transformation that happens when you dare to gaze steadily at divine love and let it rewire you. Magdalene wasn’t there as a guilty spectator to a cosmic debt settlement. She was the living proof that the Cross is not about fear appeased but love completed.
The Cross shows the trajectory of love lived without compromise. Eros ripens into agape. Devotion ripens into universality. Fidelity ripens into freedom.
Magdalene embodies it: present, unflinching, awake. She becomes the first fruit of what Jesus reveals — that conscious love can’t be killed, only multiplied.
🌿 The Franciscan Twist
The Franciscans had the audacity to ask a question most Christians never dare: What if Jesus didn’t come to fix a mistake?
Augustine’s theology said the incarnation was a divine cleanup job. Humanity sinned, so God sent Jesus to mop up the mess. In this story, the Cross is Plan B. Love is reactive. The whole drama of God-with-us is reduced to a repair manual.
Bonaventure — and later the entire Franciscan stream — said no. Incarnation was Plan A. From the first moment of creation, Christ was destined to reveal the heart of God, sin or no sin. As Richard Rohr puts it, “God loves things by becoming them.”
That’s not damage control. That’s cosmic design.
If love only showed up because Adam screwed up, then love was an afterthought. But if incarnation was always the plan, then love is the blueprint. The Word made flesh wasn’t dispatched because of human failure. The Word made flesh was always the point.
Rohr calls this the Universal Christ: the eternal self-disclosure of God saturating creation. The Cross doesn’t reveal a God obsessed with sin. It reveals a God who never needed sin to justify showing up in the first place.
Which makes atonement theology look small and sad. It shrinks the story of incarnation down to a debt-collection scheme. It makes Jesus into divine hazard insurance.
The Franciscan path blows that apart. Christ wasn’t a reluctant sacrifice to calm an angry Father. Christ was, from the beginning, the radiant heartbeat of creation. The Cross is not God’s plan gone wrong. The Cross is love refusing to stop revealing itself, even when empire and religion tried to nail it down.
🥖 The Real Feast
Atonement theology leaves you in the kiddie pool, splashing around in guilt and debt. Magdalene calls you into the deep waters of conscious love.
The Cross was never a cosmic invoice. It was the revelation that love stays, love bears, love becomes universal when it refuses to quit.
The real feast is not fear appeased but freedom awakened. Not cosmic bookkeeping but divine becoming. Not “Jesus paid it all” but “love gives itself without remainder.”
That’s the meal Magdalene tasted — and the one she passes to us.
Blessed be the ones who spit out the junk food and taste the feast.
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I can count on one hand the times I wanted to put into words what I was thinking/feeling/absorbing/experiencing & honestly am struggling to do it. Ask anyone who knows me & they’ll say that’s a lie & impossible - loquacious doesn’t even do my blabber mouth justice. I talk all day out loud and i live alone. I am consciously making an effort to shut up & LISTEN when i ask for guidance instead.
I remember feeling this before & stating it, that this was the best thing I’ve read that you’ve written. Well, maybe you’re just getting even better & I still havent even read every post of yours on here.
So I’ll just say that there wasn’t a single thing in there I disagreed with. As usual, I learned a few tidbits of history (sarcasm, a shitload) I’d never known (or if i did, I’ve forgotten).
I was never moved in church like i was reading this.
I laffed out loud more than once.
I yelled out loud more than once - yes it was profane. Usually cussing is involved when i yell. Or even open my mouth.
And I cried my eyes out more than once too.
I always relished Patty Smith’s “Gloria” with the lyrics “Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine”. Courage to sing that.
The first laff out loud was “the cross is my credit score!” I actually would’ve believed it was a thing if you hadn’t said nobody actually does that.
And I just love Magdalene even more than I did before i read it. Loving Jesus & God - well that IS one thing i brought with me from church. Just not in the way I was taught to love them & even having a very different definition of the word “love”.
I’m on an emotional roller coaster right now & don’t even know how to say how thankful grateful moved overwhelmed & touched I am without sounding insincere. But anyone who lies about how they feel about sacred writing i think works for some part of the government….
but I’ve been wrong before. 😇💝✝️❤️🩹❤️🔥💕
Deeply thought out and beautifully written. I am so in agreement with you, Borg, and Bourgeault. I consider it abuse to tell someone’Jesus died for your sins.’ What an unbearable weight! What cheap theology.