I’ve been thinking a lot about this guy named Jesus and there is nothing boring or uncool about him. I feel a little ripped off from my younger years that he wasn’t explained to me correctly…..or maybe I just couldn’t hear or see who he really was at the time, what he really did, and why. There was that picture of Jesus on the wall, … you know the one, he’s white, good looking, and has this gentle look about him. Then there was those movies about him, …somehow all I remember is the robe, the big long white robe and several serious looks with the spiritual music playing in the back ground. Thing about it is all that is very different from my experience of him. Since he was from the middle east he wasn’t white, but brown skinned, and he wasn’t good looking, he was average at best…..but I never think of him from an outward appearance, he just is.
One of the problems is that people try to explain Jesus in religious terms using church words, and with in vogue Christian buzz words and it doesn’t work because he was/is none of that. There wasn’t and isn’t a religious bone in his body. In fact the only people he every got angry at were the religious people themselves, go figure. We can look down on the stupid people in the gospels all day long and see things clear as a bell, but not much has changed since then, same issues, different day.
This Jesus is out of control and extremely dangerous. He is ferocious, he is violent, he is intense beyond measure, and there is purpose in everything he does. How many churches would he be asked to be on staff for or to be in any kind of leadership? Church leaders were attracted to him but met with him at night, he was just to dangerous to be in open relationship with. He let sensual women rub his feet, he spent a lot of time alone, offended people on purpose to get them off the fence. He got angry at financial injustice then went home and hand made a leather whip and came back and beat people with it and destroyed their property. He hung out with the homeless and bought them lunch. He ate with sex workers, and those who were corrupt in their business dealings. He had conversations with those who were hated by those whom he lived with. He laughed a lot. He cried. He was fierce. He turned down power, sex, and $. He didn’t have a home. He died naked nailed to a board shriveled up from the cold for everyone to see for something he didn’t do. He could have saved himself with a word but he kept his mouth shut. He purposely let people betray him, desert him, and reject him. He loved people, he forgave. He was kind to criminals and irritated those who cared what people think. He would sit by the lake. He fished. He ate, peed, pooped, and had BO. He was both God, and fully man, tempted in every way, by women, by men, and by fear. He faced it, felt it, and beat it. He had friends, he had enemies, he loved his mother. He liked little kids, and spending time in a boat. He let no one define him, but let people change his mind. He brought the alcohol to the party. He went to heaven, spent time in hell, and knew the motivations of men. He was a hippie, biker, cowboy, poet, troubadour, and gypsy. He hung out with Republicans, Democrats, communists, Independents, socialist, tea partiers, and black panthers. He was God, and he was man. He was unpredictable, he was polarizing, he was dangerous.
He broke the mold, pushed the limits, and pushed peoples buttons on purpose. He was kind but not nice, rich, but often slept outside. He protected the weak, chastised the abuse of power. This guy was all over the board. If he wasn’t healing and feeding so many people he would have been committed, that loopy guy in the straight jacket saying you must eat my body and drink my blood. He was all the in, but treated as an outsider. The men he recruited didn’t look or smell pretty, and the women he spent time with wouldn’t be asked to dinner at the mayors home. He hated religion, he loved the broken, the desperate, the hungry.
This is the guy, the man, our God, who lives inside you who moved into a dirty house (your heart) and is good with it. Wow! I want to tell the world about him, write a book, make a movie, or write a blog: )…..but he is just to much to capture on paper, the story line is to deep, our understanding is to limited, his offensive out of control greatness is to crazy big to wrap our minds around, …so we take him in small bits, tiny bites that we can swallow as who he really is can be paralyzing. If you have ever had a massive moment with Jesus you know what I am talking about. Not much you can do but cry,…then laugh,…then cry some more. It’s beautiful.
It’s the little kid who really gets him because it’s so simple…. it’s perfect. If we can just get out of our head, be three and be free we’ll understand it all. He wasn’t worried about his next meal, paying the bills, or what he was going to do tomorrow. He was full of trust, happiness, purity, love, and was all about the fun.
Without the transforming power of Jesus Christ crucified changing us from the inside out the best we can hope for is behavior control. With out Jesus all you’ll have is rules, and tools and you’ll be missing the jewel which is Jesus living in you. That same very dangerous man want’s to live through you fully alive impacting everything and everyone that he comes in contact with, dangerously so. He is Holy, you are Holy. He might of moved into a dirty house but he is cleaning it up, you are getting better, and you are everything he is because he resides within you. So flush the stereotype art, movie depicted, and religiously definded Jesus and get to know him, deeply, fully, and intimately. Then do what he did, but make sure it’s you doing it and you’ll be golden, today, tomorrow, and for eternity.