Hanging around American Christian circles, one hears the name of Jesus thrown around quite a bit. He died. he rose again. He founded the Christian religion. He even founded the US of A! Now He comes to live in our hearts, if we'll only accept Him as our Lord and Savior! How do we know this? Because it's Christian doctrine.
Sometimes i get tired of Jesus though.
And all i ever learned about Jesus was how he died.
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But i've discovered this interesting fellow named Yeshua. He was born in a barn, grew up as a nomadic refugee, and became one of history's greatest dissidents. He was an anarchist, a vagabond, and a prophet. A great teacher, a revolutionary, and a social activist. A simple fisherman, a humble servant, and peaceful dissident. Oh, and he was the son of GOD. Once his message had stirred up enough fear and hatred in the hearts of the rich and powerful for long enough, they killed him. He didn't fight back, he willingly gave his life for that which he believed in. As the story goes, after his death, GOD resurrected him to show that the empires of this world have no power over the mystical ideologies which this great man taught.
They don't talk about this Yeshua in church very often. He proclaimed such disruptive teachings as "the Kingdom of GOD is within you", and "Blessed are the poor, but woe to you who are rich." He taught of a Beautiful Kingdom that is breaking forth through the cracks in this ugly civilization we've created. His message was universal - it applied to all people in all cultures. But it doesn't very well support those who'd like to build a tight doctrine around it and keep it for themselves.
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I expect that one day my life will come to an abrupt end. Hopefully i'll be gunned down while spreading a message of Love, or willingly put my life in place of someone else's in some epic way. Whether or not that happens though, one day i will die. And when that day comes, i hope people will come together to remember me. But hopefully, they won't draw pictures and tell stories of my death too much. Hopefully when people think of me, they'll remember the way i Loved. I would be honored if they didn't remember me so much as they were remembered the Beauty that i lived for. If i die in a cool way, that would be a good grand finale, but i sure hope that's not the only thing they remember. If everything i write on this blog, the words that i speak throughout my day, and the actions that i take every day are forgotten, but people forever remember how i died, i'll probably be a pretty frustrated dead person.
Let us not do the same to Yeshua. Let us remember first and foremost the words that he spoke. The choices he made. The light that shone from his eyes. The message of the Kingdom that resonates with all humble people throughout all cultures. Once we remember his life, and look at his death and his resurrection in context, they become even more epic additions to the story. The grand finale. The proof that the Kingdom of GOD is here and now. The proof that the powers and authorities of these empires have no final say.
May the life of Yeshua teach us that the Kingdom of GOD is here and now.
May the death of Yeshua show us that he actually believed the message he taught.
May the resurrection of Yeshua show us that GOD also believes in the message he taught.
|another world is not only possible,|
she is on her way.
on a quiet day,
i can hear her breathing.
- arundhati roy