Lately I have been seeing the word ‘Jesus’, rather than trying to recall the image of Jesus as a statue or painting I have seen. Sometimes when I am in bed with my eyes closed and praying I see Jesus as a bright light. It’s not an after image as there is no shape nor outline.
For me, NT, I don’t know. Like others, it was a white guy from suburbia. Now? No offense to anyway, but a dirty Jewish man, and not with the white and blue robes, but someone who was rather thin, dirty, but somehow full of life.
Hmm…as a visible image in my mind, I always pictured Jesus as I saw him in my Baptist bible study books from when I was a kid, namely, a light skinned man with brown hair walking around in a white robe with outstretched arms.
Not a bad image in and of itself, I suppose.
But I also have a peculiar image of what the (individual) judgment will look like when I die. I imagine sitting at a white table in an all white room, and an angel of the Lord comes in with my file of sins and good works…then you know the rest of the metaphor from there.
It’s changed over the years. When I was younger, it was that light-skinned brown haired guy in a robe with his arms outstretched.
Now, most of the time I see the carpenter. Thicker, stronger, darker. I do like to picture him happy – not that he was always, but I spent so many years picturing him serious and frowning. I know he has the best, most welcoming smile!
Lately I have been seeing the word ‘Jesus’, rather than trying to recall the image of Jesus as a statue or painting I have seen. Sometimes when I am in bed with my eyes closed and praying I see Jesus as a bright light. It’s not an after image as there is no shape nor outline.
For me, NT, I don’t know. Like others, it was a white guy from suburbia. Now? No offense to anyway, but a dirty Jewish man, and not with the white and blue robes, but someone who was rather thin, dirty, but somehow full of life.
Hmm…as a visible image in my mind, I always pictured Jesus as I saw him in my Baptist bible study books from when I was a kid, namely, a light skinned man with brown hair walking around in a white robe with outstretched arms.
Not a bad image in and of itself, I suppose.
But I also have a peculiar image of what the (individual) judgment will look like when I die. I imagine sitting at a white table in an all white room, and an angel of the Lord comes in with my file of sins and good works…then you know the rest of the metaphor from there.
So, angels are bureaucrats? 🙂
It appears that way 😉
It’s changed over the years. When I was younger, it was that light-skinned brown haired guy in a robe with his arms outstretched.
Now, most of the time I see the carpenter. Thicker, stronger, darker. I do like to picture him happy – not that he was always, but I spent so many years picturing him serious and frowning. I know he has the best, most welcoming smile!
Nice image, Bitsy