You can believe Jesus was a real person and not be a Christian. To be a Christian, you have to believe that Jesus is your Savior and died for your sins. I know a lot of atheists who don't disbelieve that Jesus was real.

From Merriam-Webster- "Definition of Christian 1a : one who professes belief in the teachings of Jesus Christ." It doesn't get much clearer than that. "Christian" isn't a dirty word. If you believe in Jesus, I don't know why you wouldn't admit to being a Christian. I've heard this before, "I believe in Jesus, but I'm not religious." I've noticed that the people who say this are the most fundamentalist. They also tend to be the least tolerant.

If you believe in Jesus, you're a Christian. You aren't fooling anyone but yourself with that crap.

Oh, so since there wasn't any mention of outright abuse that makes it less rude and cruel? Jesus... I swear, it's like explaining something to a five year old...

Relax. There were no hateful responses. Jesus, calm your tits.

I believe in Jesus but I'm not a Christian.

I am a Christian. I have accepted Jesus as my Savior. But I hate the fact that many Christians are the nastiest people. A guy at my job has pictures of Jesus all over his desk and regularly lies about others and tries to make them look bad. A woman goes to church regularly and brags about it,but will ignore you for days if you literally look at her wrong.

Christians support Trump because they don't really agree with Jesus. They are filled with hate, and they are a bunch of racists.

Oh my gosh, I was going to make a similar post today. This weekend we had a family party for which some people flew in. There was a cousin there who not many of us knew. Holy crap she had a potty mouth, which she used loudly and proudly. We were so embarrassed. She was explaining how we were related. "Oh, I'm X's daughter, no one really knows me because I'm the product of a one-night stand between my dad's two marriages. Yeah, he just banged my mom one night and here I am!" Said at top volume in the middle of the bar of a very swanky restaurant in the city. Later we were talking about how delicious the oysters were, and she practically yells, "Aren't oysters a sex thing? Like, they make you really horny or something?" Jesus Christ. I asked where she lives and when she told me, that explained it. Literally on "the other side of the tracks." There was a lot of pearl clutching going on....

Jesus H. Christ on a cheese platter! Just because someone's got problems worse than yours, doesn't mean you don't get to feel bad about your problems. How about THAT old chestnut? We are all better off than some, and worse off than others. How about when somebody complains that they're Jag is in the shop, you check your jealousy and be grateful that your Honda runs just fine.