Obviously, I have a little bit of a Christ thing going on. Full confession: I wonder sometimes if that was one of my lives. That is an astonishing thing to admit. It’s outrageous. It’s crazy. Yes. All that. I get it. That’s why I haven’t fessed up directly. But I don’t like hiding things, and the subtext has long been there. And I have no memories, really. A couple small things I am not going to talk about.
But if Christ was a stubborn, intelligent man, who saw the world through his own eyes, had radical and original ideas, cared about humanity, tried to do the right thing, and was ultimately killed for it by his own people, that is something I would be capable of now.
But you’d have to get rid of all the miracles, and the “one and only begotten Son of God”. Those would be later additions to strengthen the power of the Church. And honestly, if someone were to prove to me somehow that that was me, I am not sure I would feel good about it. Has the Christian Church done more good than harm? It’s hard to say. I could make a case in both directions, but it is quite possible that that life was a failure on balance.
I can’t believe I just said all of that. Seriously. Well, most of us lunatics get the Jesus thing eventually. As Mark Knopfler sang of Speakers Corner: “two men say they’re Jesus. One of them must be wrong.”
All that was not what this post was about, but I wanted to finally put all that on the table. Now it’s done. Good. Finito.
Here is a question I wanted to ask: which is a greater miracle: walking on water, or teaching people to love one another and themselves?
I think it is obvious which one is more useful. One is a trick, and one is beautiful.