Your Face
Reading through a summarized version of the New Testament, I made a conclusion that Jesus was a philosopher.
His philosophy attracted many, for it made sense and it was compelling.
However, he has God behind him, and so he does not have infinite wisdom.
I think that's why I can find a connection with him.
I like to think of Jesus as my dearest friend, not a father.
And a dearest friend can be a father.
I went on Youtube after reading a few pages and searched "Passion Of The Christ Scenes"
I clicked on a video and it was the scene when Jesus was tied to a wooden pole
and sinister, beast-like king's men (they are not warriors in my eyes) were enjoying with passion
making him suffer.
I had a huge bubble wrap on my lap.
Every time they slashed him, I popped a bubble.
I wanted to feel the "impact" Jesus was feeling, because popping huge bubbles can be very sharp
in sound, distracting me from paying attention to his pain.
Yet, I didn't want to be distracted from his pain, so I did it to be distracted for his pain.
It is definitely not as intense as his pain, but my heart popped too.
This parallelism made me want to be with my dearest friend, yet I didn't want to get slashed in place of him.
It was out of cowardice, and so I squeezed all the air from the bubble wrap to redeem myself.
Until the day I would take slashes for a friend, I wish my wisdom to grow like the expressions of your face.
His philosophy attracted many, for it made sense and it was compelling.
However, he has God behind him, and so he does not have infinite wisdom.
I think that's why I can find a connection with him.
I like to think of Jesus as my dearest friend, not a father.
And a dearest friend can be a father.
I went on Youtube after reading a few pages and searched "Passion Of The Christ Scenes"
I clicked on a video and it was the scene when Jesus was tied to a wooden pole
and sinister, beast-like king's men (they are not warriors in my eyes) were enjoying with passion
making him suffer.
I had a huge bubble wrap on my lap.
Every time they slashed him, I popped a bubble.
I wanted to feel the "impact" Jesus was feeling, because popping huge bubbles can be very sharp
in sound, distracting me from paying attention to his pain.
Yet, I didn't want to be distracted from his pain, so I did it to be distracted for his pain.
It is definitely not as intense as his pain, but my heart popped too.
This parallelism made me want to be with my dearest friend, yet I didn't want to get slashed in place of him.
It was out of cowardice, and so I squeezed all the air from the bubble wrap to redeem myself.
Until the day I would take slashes for a friend, I wish my wisdom to grow like the expressions of your face.