Post by Caretaker on Dec 21, 2007 3:27:47 GMT -6
How do you picture Jesus?
Is He the tall pale European surrounded by children, or holding a lamb with gentleness and grace, as pictured by so many artists down through the centuries?
From my flawed and limited perspective.
My picture of Christ:
A skin of olive, hair dark, with a stature no taller than the others of His area, with strength and muscle reflective of a carpenter's trade, strong callosed hands and broad shoulders capable of lifting and moving the beams of the trade. A physical appearance indistinguishable from that of His people.
The eyes of brown would have been riveting in their depths, with the softness of a love and empathy unmatched in any other, as they would look upon the vulnerable and needy, and yet were riveting in fire and absolute assurance against those who were false and hypocritical.
The roughened hands so callosed from the splintered lumber, and yet from which not even the smallest child would flinch, for the smallest lamb knows the hand of the shepherd.
A voice which though softly modulated, was striking in its wisdom and message. The crowds gathered close, for on very few occaisons would the voice have shouted forth, but which was spoken with authority and command, that even the storm would obey, and not even the dead could resist.
Jesus of Nazareth was a man who from a distance was unrecognizable from any other Middle Eastern resident, but whose presence exuded a depth of grace, and a level of wisdom and understanding unmatched in all of the annals of history.
Is He the tall pale European surrounded by children, or holding a lamb with gentleness and grace, as pictured by so many artists down through the centuries?
From my flawed and limited perspective.
My picture of Christ:
A skin of olive, hair dark, with a stature no taller than the others of His area, with strength and muscle reflective of a carpenter's trade, strong callosed hands and broad shoulders capable of lifting and moving the beams of the trade. A physical appearance indistinguishable from that of His people.
The eyes of brown would have been riveting in their depths, with the softness of a love and empathy unmatched in any other, as they would look upon the vulnerable and needy, and yet were riveting in fire and absolute assurance against those who were false and hypocritical.
The roughened hands so callosed from the splintered lumber, and yet from which not even the smallest child would flinch, for the smallest lamb knows the hand of the shepherd.
A voice which though softly modulated, was striking in its wisdom and message. The crowds gathered close, for on very few occaisons would the voice have shouted forth, but which was spoken with authority and command, that even the storm would obey, and not even the dead could resist.
Jesus of Nazareth was a man who from a distance was unrecognizable from any other Middle Eastern resident, but whose presence exuded a depth of grace, and a level of wisdom and understanding unmatched in all of the annals of history.
