The Theology of Self-Contradiction: How Can Christians Hate the Jew They Worship?

Jesus of Nazareth never stepped on the soil of Europe or America. His feet touched no Roman marble, no Gothic cathedral, no Puritan shore. His world was a narrow strip of Roman-occupied sand between Galilee and Jerusalem. Everything that came after — the empire, the church, the conquest, the cathedrals — were inventions of men who never met him.

Yet Europe and America claim him as their own. They built entire civilizations on the name of a man who never heard of them. They open congresses and courts in his name, carve his likeness into stone, and swear oaths on his book — as if a Jewish carpenter from the Middle East had personally endorsed the Constitution or capitalism. The distance between Jesus and the “Christian West” is not merely geographic; it is moral, historical, and civilizational.

Because Jesus said something the West could never forgive him for: “Salvation is of the Jews.” Not of Rome. Not of Greece. Not of England or America. Of the Jews. That single sentence detonates two thousand years of theological arrogance. The man they deified declared that redemption belonged to the very people his followers would later persecute.

Jesus was not a European philosopher or an American preacher. He was a Jew — born, circumcised, and buried as one. He quoted the Hebrew prophets, prayed in Aramaic, and called the God of Abraham his Father. He observed Passover, read from the Torah, and died with a Hebrew psalm on his lips. The Romans executed him under a sign that read “King of the Jews.” There is no Jesus without Judaism.

And yet, the same civilization that worships him spent centuries hating his people. From the blood libels and burnings of medieval Europe to the ghettos, expulsions, and finally the Holocaust, Christians have practiced a hatred that makes no sense inside their own creed. You cannot kneel before a Jew on Sunday and curse the Jews on Monday. To be anti-Semitic and Christian at once is to commit a moral suicide — and yet that is precisely what Western civilization did.

The contradiction was born when Rome hijacked the faith of Jerusalem. Once the empire adopted the cross, the Jewishness of Jesus became politically inconvenient. The church re-cast him as a universal, de-Jewed savior — divine, imperial, and European. In art he became blond; in doctrine he became a god; in history he became Roman. The Jew was erased so the empire could rule in his name.

From then on, Christianity was not a faith of Galilee but a project of Europe. It defined itself not by compassion but by opposition: against Jews, pagans, heretics, and Muslims. The theology of love became the machinery of persecution. The most dangerous Christian is not the believer but the one who forgets that the man on the cross was Jewish.

Anti-Semitism is not a deviation from Christianity; it is Christianity’s suppressed self-hatred. A religion that worships a Jew but cannot bear the Jewishness of its god turns hatred inward until it spills out on the world. Europe’s pogroms and America’s racial neuroses both trace to the same denial: worship the symbol, despise the source.

Look at the racial absurdity. The same Westerners who mock “the people of sand” — the brown-skinned, Semitic nations of the Middle East — bow to a man of sand every Sunday. The real Jesus would look more like a Palestinian laborer than a Renaissance prince. He would be the immigrant their politics would deport, the refugee their borders would repel.

Once the cross became Roman, it became imperial. The empire baptized its sword. A faith born under occupation became the religion of occupiers. When Europe sailed to conquer the world, it carried both guns and gospels. Priests arrived with soldiers; the Bible landed with the musket. They called it evangelization. History calls it imperialism.

The irony is blinding. Europeans worshiped a Jew who preached love and then annihilated entire continents in his name. They proclaimed the equality of souls while enslaving millions. They sanctified genocide as “civilization.” Christianity gave Europe not moral restraint but moral permission — a divine pretext for domination.

When the Puritans reached America, they brought this delusion intact. They saw themselves as a new Israel — a chosen nation in a new Promised Land — without realizing that their theology had long been at war with the original Israel. They cast their enemies as “Canaanites” and turned the frontier into a holy war. The same myth that justified Rome’s empire was reborn in the language of democracy.

Thus the cross and the flag became twin symbols of righteousness — one national, one divine, both absolute. Jesus, once a dissident preacher against empire, was transformed into a celestial founding father. And the same civilization that mocks “the people of sand” keeps worshiping a man of sand whom they’ve repainted to resemble themselves.

Anti-Semitic Christianity is not an accident; it is a system that needs to hate what it worships. It must destroy the real to preserve the imagined. It attacks the historical Jew to defend the mythical Christ. The pogrom, the Inquisition, the Holocaust — all are shadows cast by this same disowned truth: the West’s god was born among the very people it learned to persecute.

If Europe could turn a Jewish revolutionary into a white god, it could turn any culture into its image. And it did. India, Africa, the Americas — all were declared heathen until baptized into the European imagination. The church and the colony became mirror institutions: both claimed to save what they intended to control.

Even today, American evangelicalism carries that same imperial DNA. Its missionary zeal is geopolitical, not spiritual. It funds wars in the language of freedom and sanctifies them in the language of faith. The contradiction repeats itself endlessly: worship a Jew, despise his kin, and conquer in his name.

No other civilization has tried to live with such a lie. Buddhism never hated India. Islam never despised Arabs. Hinduism never condemned the Ganges. Only Christianity managed to worship its origin while erasing it.

And so the reckoning is long overdue. The more Western civilization insists it follows Christ, the more it exposes how little it resembles him. The man who said “Blessed are the meek” would not recognize the cathedrals of empire built in his name.

Jesus never walked on European or American soil. He said salvation was of the Jews. He was born, lived, and died a Jew. You cannot worship a Jew and hate Jews at the same time. The West has been trying for two thousand years — and it still hasn’t recovered.