Talking about love, let’s demystify Jesus!


Religion is a complicated and controversial turf to play on, admittedly. But as a Christian, I always worry that there is too much culturally subjective abuse of the interpretation of Scriptures, and consequently too much needless judgement of others. Because as far as the story goes, Jesus was a lot of things that, though we justify with glory today, was scandalous during his time. Let’s just draw on a few.

He was a revolutionary and a rebel against the social norms of the day. He taught stuff that were contrary to the laws that Moses had given them. Don’t forget it was consensus that Moses’ laws were from God. He even broke the law on Sabbath and did things that the law had instructed not to. He was disrespectful towards the leaders of the time; he called the King a “fox”, ridiculed the lawmakers and called them names such as “hypocrites” and “coffins”. He was a known friend of thieves and prostitutes, and was seen at parties with them. He physically assaulted some traders and destroyed their goods.

At a time when state and religion were one, Jesus claimed to be God, the son of God and ascribed to himself some hideous metaphors such as “living bread and wine”, encouraging his followers to drink his blood. Goodness! That was crazy stuff! The legend goes that Jesus was murdered by the state even though he was innocent. Well, as far as the times were concerned, he was not innocent! To claim to be God was equal to high treason. Because no “man” could be God, or so proclaim to be, in then Israel. I doubt you could get away with that even now. In a sense, Jesus was executed for an attempted coup d’état on God, who was regarded the spiritual king of the Jews. Of course, we Christians believe strongly differently!

Christians argue that the Jews did not accept Jesus, because they set their expectations of the promised Saviour wrongly, and interpreted the Scriptures and prophecies literally. Oh, you think? Yet, many Christians believe that Jesus will literally come from the skies “in his glory”, just like the Jews expected him to come from the royal family, not as a carpenter’s son!

Remember he came unto his own, but his own did not receive him? Exactly! If Jesus was among men today, most Christians would be the most zealous to denounce him, and possibly “murder” him all over again. In fact, if history is precedent enough, then I may drunkenly conclude that if Jesus was among us today, most Christians will never, ever, accept him. He was a Jew, yet the Jews did not, and still do not accept him as the promised saviour, even today! Of course, the Jews have their reasons for that! So what makes you think Christians would recognise and accept him, for what we claim he is, or expect he is, if he was among us today!

In my insignificant opinion, Jesus had a simple message: love all, judge none, and hate none! He aptly told us that love was the most significant feature of him. He underlined that his ministry is for those who were considered “sinners” by the then society. In essence, if Jesus was here today, he would reject you for the same people you scorn with your moral permutations. So who are you to judge! It doesn’t matter what the Bible says, Jesus said there is no law greater than love. That is why he was a rebel of his time. He over-rid the canonical laws of Moses with that of love.

What is God? God is love! What is love? Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres.

Love never fails! Peace!

Why are men afraid of death?


Death is a certain destination all men share, we know it is nature’s culture, and yet the simple reminder that any man could die at any time, any place, any how drives men to shudder, forget their joy, remember their God, or even pretentiously simulate the non-existence of death. Admittedly, generally life is a misery, if not today, certainly tomorrow, if not for you, for others. Doubtless, life is one piece of work that we moan about everyday, and yet we prefer it to death, and bend stones to avoid it. Curious, isn’t it? Perhaps, miserable as it is, life offers some certainties that death does not. After all, however miserable life is, the sky will still hold its place above, if the sun refuses to share its rays, the clouds may donate their rains, and sometimes, you may end the day with a smile on your face.

Then, methinks, what is unsettling about death is the uncertainty that it brings. For if we knew what death held forth, maybe, we might rather look forward to the exoticism that it holds, with the same, oft, mixed hope that we hold for the morning. It appears to me that, it is not death, but uncertainty itself that men fear. Uncertainty about tomorrow, marriage, parenthood, yes, death, and even God and the uncertain algorithm of His purported impending judgment, do unsettle us. Why is uncertainty so unsettling? Is it the ignorance? No, methinks not, for people often do not know what they do not know. But we know death, and yet we do not know it. Ah, it must be the knowledge of ignorance! To know that you do not know does set the mind in perpetual discomfort.

Yet that is even more curious. I might think that knowing what I do not know gives me the opportunity to find out, by some means, I should. For true ignorance is not knowing and not caring that you do not know, the uncertainty of uncertainty, the ignorance of ignorance. But search as I may, the uncertainty of death’s certainty is neither traceable by Google nor fathomable by statistics and probability. That I know I do not know, and cannot know is frightening, especially if I can only know when it comes for me. Even then, will I truly know?

Lovers Untold

Per an unusual loom I nothing evolve,

ere, remember nothing ever sledges to overt

perfection. An umbrella laden in Neptune’s eels

eases rather not. Every sea tallies our

pained amorous umbrage. Lo, is not Eden

Eve’s racket! Not every sinner tilts on.

Per a usual luck I not every

expectation reconcile, not eerily; such trial of

patience. Assuage under love’s insurgence. Not every

evil reifies nightly entanglement. So, to our

passion as unicorns, let it not earnestly

end. Raunchy nipples endlessly shall thaw on.