In the beginning there was one God, who was three gods. God was his own son and his own father, and the two of them had a relative called the Holy Ghost, who was also God, but who didn’t say much. He was the bass player.
The three of them created pets they called people and they spent millennia torturing them, smiting them, drowning them and making them fight wars with each other, but then God’s conscience began to prick him so he said to himself (in the form of his son) You’ll have to go and get murdered by this crowd. I’m going to sacrifice my only son to save them.
How does that work? God the Son replied reasonably enough. I’m you. You’re me. We’re both that guy over there with the bum-fiddle. And anyway, how can I be your son? I have no mother, we have no bodies. And how can it be a sacrifice? You’re all-powerful. We’re all-powerful. We can’t lose. And even if I do get killed, how exactly does it save that crowd of lunatics?
The Holy Ghost said nothing but stood in the shadows running through his minor scales on a nice upright bass.
Just do it, said God the Father.
Or what? said God the Son.
Or else, replied God the Father with a menacing nod. Or else. Get down there, possess a human and get him killed. Get yourself a mother and get back up here, pronto.
Oh Jesus, all right, said God the Son. Anything for a quiet life.
Dum dum dum, said God the Holy Ghost.
And so they impregnated an Arab child and when the baby was born God the Son possessed it and it grew into a man who went around causing enough trouble to get himself killed by the Romans.
When God the Son was sure nobody was looking, he reactivated the shell of the human he had possessed for the previous 33 years and transported it back to outer space.
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Well? said God the Father. How did you get on?
They murdered him, said God the Son. Horribly. How did that save mankind? I don’t like what we did to that poor guy.
Shut up, said God the Father.
Dum-dum de-dum dum dum, murmured God the Holy Ghost.
And that is the Story of Easter.