I often think of how the early Christians must have felt when their Roman compatriots worshiped gods that were now deemed unreal, mythological, fantasies. Seeing their own family members, quite often I'm sure, dedicate themselves to the Cult of Mars or that of some other pagan deity while they try to shake some sense into them so that they might come to Christ.
Today those Roman pagans have been replaced by those who once scoffed at the idea of Neptune's control of the tides by members of what would have been seen at the time as a Jewish Death Cult.
"He is Risen", we hear.
Yes. Risen from story to holy legend. From legend to Truth. Truth to deity who should be trusted without question, much like the god's before him.
Things haven't changed so much as we'd like to think in the history of man. The cycle repeats itself, replacing one fantastic idea with another to provide hope where none exists - we always retreat from reality when given the chance.
It's important that it be known that I'm not offering mockery, I don't know how worthwhile that is in the long run - to hurt people, sting their pride, and diminish their savior. Perspective though, there is value to that I hope.