On the subject of Jesus Christ. I submit my soul to the task of divulging the truth of how I've come to view Mr. Jesus Christ. The son of God. This is typically where someone, versed in their religion, tells me all about Jesus, or as far as they've come to hear about the guy. Whether they heard about him from their parents, their church, their friends, and any of the infinite amount of people that come across their lives whom share something of Jesus and their respective religion. Every one's got an opinion on the guy. Jesus. Yes, when I refer to the guy, I mean Jesus. A guy to me.
Not my lord. Not my savior. Just some dude. But the son of God. For sure. I whole-heartily believe that point. But a guy to me none-the-less.
But everyone has their version. That we can all agree upon. He's got like a million darn names, (I typically would have replaced darn, with damn, but Mom would be very upset with my choice, which I would typically respond with, "Jesus Mom! I'm free to say what I want!" And once again reunite my face with the back of her hand.)So they call the dude all sorts of names. Like Jesus Christ, Christ Almighty, Christ the Lord, Christ the Divine, God, Son of God, Prophet, Lord, King of Jews, King of Kings, Saviour of the World, The Redeemer, and lets not forget my favorite, Jesus Christ Superstar.
I mean that's pretty insane. You'd think we have a complex about this guy or something. Obsessed? Oooh just a tad!
And I was always taught in school that it's never wise to ever focus on the sun for too long. That you'll go blind. So I only look at the sun at brief little glances. And only like a few times a year. Just enough. Quick passing glances. Just to remind myself that it's there. Some times with no choice of my own. (This is my analogy... get it?)
For me, Jesus is an icon. He's also a hero as well. He's a character in a story. He's me.
Or what I should aim to be. He was a positive person. A good person. A teacher. A builder. Someone who loved his mom and step dad. And he was a fighter. Fighting the evil systems that control and spread their enslaving doctrines?!? He stood up against his oppressors. And sacrificed himself for the common man and for the greater good. For his beliefs. For freedom. Okay for all that good shit. Jesus is like the perfect example of a human and shows the possibility of good in us all.
He also seemed like a bit of a nut to me. Son of God talk around these parts will get you three years at Silver Hill. I'm pretty sure if I told a doctor that I was born with out the help of dad's man-goo he'd think I'm pretty fucking loony. And I'm thinking, "Wait till he finds out who my real dad is."
I like thinking of Jesus as the ultimate option. A good goal. I'm pretty sure that's what his teachings, and the bible, tries to communicate. I haven't read the bible, but I know there's a good enough amount of versions that get my point across soundly.
Do I accept him as my savior? Well when a pickup truck smacks into my face I'll be sure to let you know. I know I'll at least accept Ford as my executioner. It just seems like too much pressure. I mean it's enough that I have to live up to the rules of my country. The expectations of my parents. The hopes of my friends and family. (Not to mention someday, the responsibility of a wife and kids.) Now here I am, dead as a doornail Thinking.... "Yo what's up St. Pete! Shit man I didn't really have much time left to devote to Jesus. We still cool? Can I come in or what?"
Fuck that! If they won't let me into heaven because I didn't feel it necessary to accept Jesus as my savior, or their religion as my own, then something is tragically wrong with our belief system. I think the Catholics are figuring that out fast. I repent!
Sins of the father? Well what about God's tragic sin of allowing us all this freedom. Maybe we were better when we were stuck behind our monkey suits. (Yes, we evolved from apes. Crazy ain't it?)
Imagine that. We just...
POOF!
Appeared...
Dude how would that even work. Adam and Eve and an entire fucking world full of hungry-ass dinosaurs, mammoths and what-ever-the-heck was out there!!
JESUS CHRIST!
That's why I love the guy. Because he has the coolest thing ever going for him. We all know who he is, in some form or another. He was good looking. Sported a dope beard. Walked with a pimp-lean. Carried a BIG stick. And we say his name all the time, in so many different emotions, thoughts, and expressions. We all want to be like him. Or we all want to kill for him. Kill in his name. Kill in his other name. Kill in the name that I can hardly pronounce. I mean we all got that same 'prophet' we're tripping over for. That great example. That direct link to God. That something-or-other that helps us sleep better at night.
And is he there? Are you there God? It's me Andrew...
I love what Jesus stands for. But after that I give the rest of my time to communicating with the world around me. Making sure the people around me aren't hurting or are unhappy. Making sure that there is good around me. That the people I cross paths with feel the same hope I have. That there is only hope in us. Hope in us down here. Alone. With no Jesus to save us. With no God to pick up the pieces. With no higher power but the power we create for ourselves. All within the scope of not allowing pain or hurt, in any sense, to fall upon those we live with, and live for, and live without.But we also all have freedom of thought and belief. And I hope everyone is content in the church they build for themselves. Whichever it is.
Christ, My Hero
May The God of Lower-Gas-Prices descend upon us now!!!
2 comments:
Jesus Christ that was an insanely long blog post!
Very,very interesting... But Andrew what do think came first egg or chicken...? And you are right about that you see God how you see him and doesn't matter how somebody else see him.
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