If You Hung Out With Jesus
I've been kind of addicted to the gospels lately. Man, Jesus could spit out a tongue lashing like nobody's business. Sarcastic, caustic, and you never knew what He was going to do next. It's hard to reconcile that with the loving nature that had time to cuddle grubby, snot nosed kids.
It's fascinating that, even through His perfection, and His love, He really was a man. He was angry, He was sad, He laughed, He hung out with roughnecks. And this might be a little blasphemous to some, but... how many times do you think Jesus and his disciples rough-housed? Made fun of each other? Laughed at some off-color joke? Pushed Peter in the lake? I mean, like ... guy stuff.
You can't hang out with the same group of men for three years, getting mobbed and mocked and playing crowd control without getting close, right? Jesus' closest friends weren't exactly high class, know what I mean?
I don't think I'm ever going to understand how He did it. How He humbled Himself into a failible, desiring, ugly man-skin and walked around with us. Healed us. Taught us. Put up with our superiority complexes and ignorance. Forgave for us, even as we were murdering Him. Then loved us.
My grey matter doesn't stretch that far. I believe it. I just don't understand it.
I'm just curious as to how you guys pictured Jesus' relationships with others? I mean, it's what we're supposed to strive to be like, right? What do you think it would be like to follow Him for those three years?
Disclaimer -- many of these "thought pieces" were collected before I started these webpages, just because I found them interesting or provoking. As a result, I often don't remember where they came from. I'd love to give credit where it's due, but sometimes I just don't know.
-- Cliff
