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In high school there was a sensitive kindhearted kid who was nerdy and had come from a poor and abusive family.

He was tormented daily by a bully that was the complete opposite of himself, he was cruel and selfish, a jock and had come from a loving family with what we colloquially refer to as "fuck you" levels of money.

The kid had a teacher who comforted him, this teacher assured him that in the future the kid would have a much better life than that of his tormentor, all he has to do is carry on and not seek any sort of vengeance upon his bully. Life would reward him for his hardships.

In exchange for this comfort and hope, the teacher had the kid serve him as his personal pet, an errand boy, basically a slave, he was told that it was good experience for him which would aid him later in life.

This lasted for a time until the teacher had one day retired, and told the kid he'd get back into contact with him one day.

The days went on and he made it to graduation, hoping that now his life would turn around.

His bully won a full ride scholarship, while the kid was forced into flipping burgers and cleaning toilets to fund his way through school.

At college, the bully got all the girls and had many friends, and the kid was forever alone, barely tolerated by those around him.

After graduation, the bully got his dream job, the kids career never took off, he was a wageslave for the rest of his life, being a gopher for his teacher was useless for getting ahead in life.

He was now in his midlife, and everything was terrible for him, and wonderful for his HS tormentor.

He was driven to try and contact his old teacher who assured him things would be better. When contacted, his teacher acted like he had completely forgotten him, because he had, and decided to use the phone call to blame the kid for his own shitty life, and for trying to shift that blame unto others, as if the world owed him anything.

He made the kid apologize for bothering him and then forgave him for being a nuisance to him.

The teacher reminded him of that one day before he retired when he threw out his back and still had to teach, how much it hurt for him during that week.
Telling the kid that whenever he thinks he's suffering, to think about how much his teacher suffered during that week for the sake of providing an education to children who may not have even appreciated it.
The kid was one of those students, so that he should feel appreciative of being forgiven for bothering his teacher about a promise he supposedly made even long after he's retired.
The teacher said he'd not answer the kid if he called him, but would totally call the kid back someday when he wasn't busy. He never would make good on this promise.

Then the kid received a phone call, from his old bully, apologizing for how he had treated the kid when they were both young. The kid was still too weak to refuse to forgive the guy, or talk about how the bully helped make the rest of his life terrible, the bully would die without even being tormented by guilt, as he could now forgive himself for his he had acted.

The kid did ask his bully for some money though, but he didn't get enough of it to prevent his life from returning to the status quo.

Then both the kid and bully died of old age, the kid surrounded by care workers, the bully by his family and friends. The state covered the kids funeral, the bully was buried in the plot of his family estate.

Christianity is being the kid, always looking to the future, suffering the present, expecting shit to change one day without your input, assured of a future victory that would never come, and feeling good about being weak and pathetic, wishing you could be even moreso.

There's a reason the new atheists referred to it as a form of insanity.