>Be me
>Priest in the year 1000AD
>Loved by my community and family
>Considered the most pious man in the world
>Do everything right according to my religion
>Die with my crying family surrounding me
>Arrive at the Pearly Gates
>Some guy who looks like no one I've ever seen tells me his name is Peter and explains I'm going to a place called Hell to be tortured forever
>I remark on my confusion as to who tf this guy is and where the fuck I am, and explain I did everything right. I sacrificed so many people to the left handed hummingbird to ensure the sun would rise
>Peter explains that's not what I was supposed to do, I was meant to say "thanks for bread" to a single creator every day, and accept that a guy who was nailed to a cross 1,000 years ago, 12,524km away across the uncrossable ocean is my lord.
>What the fuck is this nigga talking about? How could I have known?
>I ask if I can at least tell my family about this
>No. My sons will suffer the same fate, and their sons, and their sons, and their sons, and so on, but about 500 years from now, some people are going to come from a place called Spain, bringing plague, war, rape, murder, ransom and treachery, and my descendants who survive this will be allowed in to heaven because they've been made aware of this
>I ask if the plague and rape and slavery and suffering is what allows us in to heaven?
>Peter says no, it's not even relevant, but the suffering of a desert tribe 2,000 years ago is in fact integral to the religion, but ours doesn't even get a mention
How the fuck does this make sense? Why is no scholarly work even addressing this?