I do not want to worship Jesus Christ,
the historical Jesus of Nazareth,
who by all acounts was crucified by the Romans.
I do not want to follow Jesus Christ,
because by all acounts,
frankly,
he was a loser.
He was a workaday tradesman,
poor, uneducated, and
lets not forget how it all ended.
A servant cannot be greater than his master,
so what would that make me?
Less than a loser,
which means,
my hopes, dreams, desires, ambitions,
my ego, self, identity, and status,
will be as they were for my Lord:
Dashed to pieces,
crucified,
abandoned,
mocked,
and ultimately unmanifest in the world.
But when Christ who is my life appears,
then (and only then and not before then)
will I appear with him also
in glory.
In this world, my friend says, there are winners and losers.
And my Lord was, by all accounts, a loser.
1 comment:
dear Alice, did you write this? I like it.
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