It's As Clear as Sun-day

It stares us in the face every week. That day, Sunday. It says it all right there. The day of the Sun, now our holy day. It's pretty clear Christianity, like all religions present and past, are nothing more than Sun worship. I don't have a problem with that, I like the Sun. The stories they tell chronicle the path of the Sun through the Zodiac through the year. Is it just a coincidence, Mithras and Jesus are born on December 25, just around the time the Sun starts its yearly climb back in the northern hemisphere? That Easter falls around the start of spring when the Sun starts to work its wonders turning the brown, dead fields, green and vibrant? Didn't the Greeks think Bacchus had lived? Hercules? Osiris? What will people say in a few thousand years about Christ?