Jesus, is that really you?
Of late my perceptions of Jesus have been challenged. I guess the predominant image of Him that I carried in my mind was of this effeminate guy who got really mad once and threw some people out of the temple for ripping people off with bad exchange rates and poor quality sacrifices. I mean come on, what kind of man just lets people accuse him and beat the crap out of him unjustifiably right?
Turns out, there is this vast satanic conspiracy to misconstrue who the real Jesus was and is. Seriously, though Jesus was truly meek (which by the way means that He was very powerful, yet chose to be gentle!) He was also very ballsy. Jesus knew who He was and made no excuses. He was not afraid of confrontation. He stuck up for women and children. He could be himself no matter what even when being laughed at.
Here’s a couple of examples. Jesus went into this Pharisee’s house to eat dinner. This Pharisee was amazed that Jesus did not wash His hands before He ate. So Jesus decides He would go on a tirade about how these Pharisees were concerned with things external. I mean that is rude, Jesus. This guy asks you to dinner and you are rude?
Second example. In Mark 5 we learn of when Jesus was asked to come cure the synagogue ruler’s daughter. While He was on His way to the house someone came and said she was dead. He went anyway. When He got to the house all these people were mourning. Jesus, being Himself, says that she’s not dead but asleep. Then all these “mourners” laugh Jesus to scorn. So here’s Jesus being laughed at with his best friends Peter, James, and John. So what does Jesus do. Well He is certainly not very nice. He threw all the mourners out of the house. That’s right, little ole prissy Jesus kicked some people out of someone else’s house after they laughed and made a mockery of Him. Not so prissy.
Actually, Jesus was a man’s man. It takes a real man to not be defensive in the face of adversity. That’s why He said turn the other cheek. It’s not “ouch that really hurt my left cheek, I guess you can hit the other one.” Rather it’s “hey man, you blacked that eye. Go ahead, black the other one. I can take it.” Or, I do not need to answer to you Herod or Pilot. I am right. I do not care what you do to me I am following my Daddy’s will no matter what. So what does it matter what you think?!”
November 14, 2008 at 2:08 pm
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