It’s a strange paradox: the louder the proclamation of love, the sharper the hatred that follows. And that fracture—between message and embodiment—feels like the real failure, not the multiplicity of interpretations but the inability, or unwillingness, to live the heart of what they profess.

Interpretation isn’t the issue; human understanding is always interpretive. What troubles me is the gap between ideal and practice—how interpretation so quickly becomes cruelty. Somehow, the piety, compassion, and mercy of Christ are turned into their opposite by those who claim Him most fervently.

I appreciate your insight—it’s true that everything handed down through religion is filtered through centuries of interpretation, reshaping, reframing, and re-authoring. But my point touches something slightly different.