I thought I had grasped the fact that Jesus would have been ordinary looking. He was not someone who would physically draw your attention. No second glances for Jesus. But the author threw me for a loop when he had me imagine Jesus as, well, not slender… And I suppose my mind will always insist that he’s taller than me – probably not. I knew that Jim Caviezel was a long shot from the real Jesus, but at least he had me imagine a laughing Jesus.
But here’s a thing I had not considered. Jesus was at least charismatic. And if it wasn’t charisma, everything He said was better than well-spoken. Crowds flocked to listen to Him teach and stayed for days. They shunned leaving to buy dinner for the chance to hear Him. Like refusing to take a bathroom break during a particularly long movie only on a much grander scale. People didn’t want to miss a thing.
There are very few people at whose word I hang. I am generally formulating my next thought to be spoken and waiting for my opportunity to say it. I remember falling asleep in lecture halls. “Brilliant” professors took the stage for an hour and I couldn’t manage it. There are some days that the preachers hold me captivated … maybe for a couple of minutes, but then my mind wanders.
I am trying to think of someone that I love to listen to … My cousin. That’s it. He’s funny. He finds the funny in the ordinary and then presents it to his listeners and we long for him to tell it again and again and again. I am dying to hear the chocolate covered coffee bean story AGAIN. I DO NOT talk on the phone, but once a year, maybe twice, I can listen to Damon on the phone for an hour. Just acknowledging every once in a while that I am still there listening.
There is something in common between Jesus and Damon. They talk about ordinary life. Jesus didn’t tell stories resembling Revelation. He told stories about prodigal sons and sheep and harvest. He told stories that the people could identify with.
I made a new friend yesterday. We were friends within five minutes. No, I didn’t hang on every word she said, but I gravitated to her and kept coming back to her. Here is the reason why and I told her as much. She answered every uncomfortable question I could possibly ask in those first minutes. She used words that I might have been struggling to choose. She asked questions that were right up front and again in words that I wouldn’t have guessed to use. She was authentic. She called it “real”. Of course I was thinking she was “keeping it real”, but I was worried she’d find that offensive coming from me. So I said authentic. And that’s when she loved me back. Because I told her why I loved her.
Jesus was probably the most authentic person to ever walk the earth. I cannot imagine He would be anything otherwise. And yet here is the sting. He refused to answer those questions up front that everyone needed answered. And every question a person asked of Him was met with another question – a harder question, or a life-changing choice.
Be the least and you will be made to be great. Sell everything you own and follow me. Take up your cross and follow me.
Yeah, I would have been in the crowds. No, I probably couldn’t have followed.
As many were astonished at you –
his appearance was so marred, beyond
human semblance,
and his form beyond that of the children of
mankind –
For he grew up before him like a young plant,
and like a root out of dry ground;
He had no form or majesty that we should
look at him,
and no beauty that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by men;
A man of sorrows, and acquainted with
Grief;
And as one from whom men hide their faces
He was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Isaiah 52:14, 53:2-3 (ESV)