My Jesus

This may come off as irreverent, but trust me, it isn’t. But when you’re talking about the human Jesus, well, the words can be misconstrued.

I don’t particularly like “religious” movies depicting Jesus, saints or patriarchs. I don’t have a problem with content, but I do take exception at the depiction of the characters. Generally complete with ethereal music and lighting, I lose the authenticity of the characters.

Moses received the Ten Commandments and parted the Red Sea. I know the plot of the Greatest Story Ever Told and cringe at the Passion of the Christ. My life was changed just as Marcellus Gallio, the Roman Centurion charged with overseeing the crucifixion who won The Robe {Christ’s robe} in a gambling game at the foot of the cross.

I don’t question the events, but, well, maybe the specifics of the events which have been perhaps embellished for movie fans.

Specifically, I’ll speak about Jesus. We know what we know … but it’s really just a slice of His life — the highlights if you will. What was He like as a kid? What did He do before He started His ministry? Or for that matter, while out preaching, teaching and healing? Why was He such a threat to the Pharisees? What was His relationship with His disciples? What was He like during “down” time?

Let’s face it. The gospels were originally oral traditions after Jesus’ death and written down well after the fact. Other New Testament writings generally are letters directed to specific churches or audiences with universal appeal. They are written to reflect Christ-ian response to political, cultural, economic and ecological issues facing followers in the post Christ era. But the writings generally don’t fill in the blanks.

All this was brought together canonically for conformity (?). Christian Bibles range from the 66 books of the Protestant canon to the 73 books in the Roman Catholic canon to the 81 books of the Ethiopian Orthodox Church canon. And that doesn’t include other apocryphal texts like the Gospel of Thomas and Gospel of Judas which contain information — right or wrong — not consistent with canonical thinking.

The Bible was initially “collected” at the Synod of Hippo in 393 but didn’t get its “final” current form until the Council of Trent (1545-63). The Protestant Reformation questioned whether other books, especially Old Testament texts, should be included in its canon.

But enough of the history. I want to talk about the Jesus I know.

I’m thinking He was just a normal kid who bruised His shins and ripped His clothes. I’m sure He hit his thumb with a hammer more than once learning His carpentry trade. We know He studied the Torah, but we’re just speculating He was a true rabbi (teacher) under Jewish law. I think He saw how things were going and was willing to speak up about them. He offered hope in a hopeless time for a hopeless people.

But, more important, one of the questions I have is His relationships, especially with His disciples. I can hear Him, for example, calling Peter a “woss” when he failed faith tests. I can hear the disciples arguing as they trudged from town to town. I can hear Him telling James the Younger to “go behind the tree” and then telling the others to run ahead. I can hear him arguing with Judas about money. {I mean, they needed some sort of support during these mission trips.} I can see Him pulling practical jokes on Thomas. I can just imagine the conversations around the campfire at dinnertime. These weren’t genteel folk; they were generally fishermen and laborers with, I’m sure, a salty vocabulary. I can see Jesus telling these guys to pipe down as He loads His spoon {or whatever utensil is on hand} with porridge and flinging it at the unruly group {food fight!}.

That’s my Jesus. Not a superhuman God-man, just an ordinary guy {while on earth} with an extraordinary Godly pedigree who came with lessons for us all. He came to bridge the gap between us and God, but I don’t buy into the ethereal. I see Jesus showing us how to enjoy life … here and forever.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Ideas not coupled with action never become bigger than the brain cells they occupied.

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About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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2 Responses to My Jesus

  1. Never bought into the “supernatural” Jesus. Paying attention to God doesn’t make us superhuman. It gives that divine spark in us a chance to take flame. In the case of Jesus, it seems to have become a roaring unquencheable fire. It didn’t prevent his death: didn’t even take away his fear of dying (e.g. Gesthemane). But it made his life worth living and set an example for all people of all faiths. I like your Jesus.

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