I have a lot of thoughts about Jesus.
And lately I’ve been wondering how and why people around me seem determined for me to like and worship their version of Jesus.
The Redeemer. Savior. Rabbi. Teacher. He was, I believe, all of these.
For me, though, I imagine that Jesus would behave like one of my best friends. A glorified best friend. Someone who is so complex and beautiful; someone who endlessly fits me. When I’m spinning out of emotional control, Tricia’s the listener and squeals, “Whhhaaaat? How could that happen?” When I’m depressed about the state of the world, Amanda is the exclaimer, “Leese! The world needs you!” When I have a hilarious joke, Gretchen is the one who stops in whatever she’s doing and laughs soundlessly into the phone. Best friends do this. They mold into whatever you need to get through the day.
I think, in a lot of ways, that’s who Jesus is and who He would be if He came for me today. He’d take one look at me and become ________ to get me through the day.
Today, He’d be a listener. The ultimate listener.
I was raised Catholic, but I remember my mom once telling me that maybe all the religions are right. That wouldn’t it made sense that since God created such a diversity of people, He would also create a diversity of religions to suit them.