Of Love, Laughs, Art, And Christ

from the endless amount of times i’ve thought or said, 

“tomorrow i’ll change.”

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;    his mercies never come to an end;  they are new every morning;    great is Your faithfulness.”

random snaps of my last house. In the mountains of Tennessee…

Regardless of what you think of Christianity, what you think of the church, what you think of religion, what culture you’re from–

You need to do something with Jesus. You need to put him somewhere. Because Jesus of Nazareth was a real, historical person, and he made some pretty stupendous claims about who he was. You can’t say he was just a prophet because he never claimed to be a prophet. You can’t say he was just a good teacher because he claimed to be so much more than a teacher.

Jesus of Nazareth, a real, historical man, claimed to be God.

Jesus of Nazareth travelled for three years with a ragtag group of disciples.

Jesus of Nazareth was really arrested, really tried, and really crucified.

He was really buried, in a tomb with a stone in front of it, and a Roman seal, and a detachment of soldiers guarding it because the religious elite were afraid of what would happen if the disciples stole the body.

And yet, the body disappeared.

Either, somehow, the disciples–who thought he was dead, and went through all of the traditional burial customs–stole it.

Or, like he claimed would happen, Jesus of Nazareth, the man who claimed to be God, literally rose from the dead.