Who is your Jesus?

“I often wonder if God recognizes his own son the way we’ve dressed him up, or is it dressed him down? He’s a regular peppermint stick now, all sugar-crystal and saccharine when he isn’t making veiled references to certain commercial products that every worshipper absolutely needs.” – Faber, Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

Who is your Jesus?

Have you ever gone to church and seen a portrait of Jesus on the wall? What does he look like? He usually has shoulder length, straight brown hair, a well groomed beard, and blue eyes. His hands are clasped in prayer and he is looking heavenward, a peaceful, almost sad expression on his face.

Do you think Jesus or his disciples commissioned an artist to paint that portrait?

“Jesus, we’d like to remember you when you’re gone. Pose for a portrait for us.”

Somehow I think Jesus had more important things on his mind. And though we know perfectly well that Jesus was not an anglo man with a British accent, how often does that image stick in our heads? How many times do we picture Jesus as a slow-moving, calm guy with a gentle voice and manicured nails? This 1960s, middle class American image of Jesus has permeated our church buildings, Sunday school curriculums, and novelty gifts for decades. But is this how you want to think of Jesus?

Who is your Jesus?

I have a hard time believing that Jesus was calm and quiet at all times. I have a hard time believing he only chuckled, only strolled along, only lived in a meek and quiet manner.

Who is your Jesus?

I think that Jesus was a man, like any other man. He probably laughed until tears streamed down his face and his cheeks hurt from smiling for so long. He probably had favorite foods, favorite things to do, favorite places, favorite smells, favorite songs. He probably felt the depth of his friends’ pain, wept with them, talked with them, or just sat with them. He was a man, like any other man.

Who is your Jesus?

But my Jesus is also God. And though he gave up his divine glory to become a man, he was still God. And that God was one of infinite power and wisdom, who could calm the raging seas with one word, whose very voice spoke the world into existence, who could command plants to live or die, who could bring the dead to life with the very notion of his will. He’s the God who holds the planets in motion and at the same time comes down to my level and cradles me like a child. And though these are two very different ideas, I know that my Jesus is both of these things and so much more all at once. He is big enough to do all these things that my mind can barely even begin to grasp. This is Christ:

“Now I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse. And He who sat on him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and makes war. His eyes were like a flame of fore, and on His head were many crowns. He had a name written that no one knew except Himself. He was clothed in a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God. ” Revelation 19:11-13

“who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross.”
Phillipians 2:6-8

This is my Jesus. All of these things and so much more.

Who is your Jesus?


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