A friend of mine and I were discussing the consumption of Jesus in America today. You know, where everyone has a different flavor. There is the left and the right, the super cool and sexy, some that have no resemblance to the Middle Eastern carpenter that we read about in the Gospels. That’s when Matt’s book came up. Why? Because it reveals a truth about people, namely us Americans – that we simply have so many Jesuses (Jesusi?) to choose from. I mean, if we don’t like the Jesus which helps the poor, we find a richer church to go to. We don’t like a Jesus who blesses? Go to a church that sits on their hands. We want a superman Jesus? Pick up a kids book sometime.
What about the Jesus that the authors of the Gospels knew? (Or, if you like, knew of…) What about the Middle Eastern, down trodden, poor Rabbi who didn’t even work to support his family – a family who, by the way, at one time thought that he had jumped the shark? What about the Jesus who was not a friend of the State, but still encouraged that the laws be obeyed? The one who didn’t care for institutionalized religion but called a community together?
We Americans and our Wal-Mart style religion. I am sure if we don’t like what is on the shelf, we can find a better product, and cheaper too, down the road.