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The Dolorous Passion of our Lord Jesus Christ Index
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The Complete Sayings of Jesus Index
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I may not be Christian (I'd like to think my faith is open source. I take some, I leave some. It's really difficult, my personal coalescence lies in the light and the dark within me, each of them struggling for mastery) -- but I think Jesus Christ was quite a man who made such an impact in history, carrying with him a "coalescence of contrarieties" that made him a delicious mystery. He is quite dreamy, yes. "When I think of Jesus, I think of the mystery of divine personality; the startling coalescence of contrarieties that I see in him. He was the meekest and lowliest of all the sons of men. Yet he spoke of coming on the clouds of heaven with the glory of God. He was so austere that evil spirits and demons cried out in terror at his coming, yet he was so genial and winsome and approachable, that the children loved to play with him and the little ones nestled in his arms. His presence at the innocent gaiety of a village wedding, was like the presence of sunshine.
No one was half so kind or compassionate to sinners, yet no one ever spoke such red-hot scorching words about sin. A bruised reed he would not break. His whole life was love. Yet on one occasion he demanded of the Pharisees, how they were expected to escape the damnation of hell.
He was a dreamer of dreams and a seer of visions, yet for sheer stark realism, he has all of us self-styled realists soundly beaten. He was the servant of all, washing the disciples' feet, yet masterfully he strode into the temple, and the hucksters and moneychangers fell over one another to get away in their mad rush from the fire they saw blazing in his eyes. He saved others, yet at the last, he himself did not save. There is nothing in history like the union of contrasts which confronts us in the gospels; the mystery of Jesus is the mystery of divine personality." These are theologian James Stewart's words, and they explain why. He's a union of contrasts and contradictions. Plus, he didn't believe in shoes. Walked around in sandals or barefoot, and all the prostitutes fell at his feet in ecstasy. Even his own virgin mother had a very powerful moment of ecstasy as she watched her son get whipped. And the words he spoke! He spoke of love and salvation and peace and sin and damnation. And he was a man who loved to share stories, and he didn't give a fuck if he sounded like a complete lunatic, calling himself the Son of the Jews' God. His words are mad, but they are pure poetry. Eat your heart out, Jim Morrison. Most importantly, he fought for a cause he believed in his heart and soul to be true, and he died for it. He died a martyr. He died believing it was for the good of all the people who followed him, and he died thinking it was also for the people who shunned him and hated him. He died madly in love with the very people who rejected him and hated him. Personally, Jesus Christ was the sexiest man in all of history. I'm tagging this as erotic-literature.
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