I’m no religious fanatic by any means, and believe me, if the Catholic Church could toss me in a cell for irreverence, it would, since I tend to make fun of its ongoing hypocrisy…however, Jesus, when I think about it, is my kinda guy.
Earthy, a carpenter (like Harrison Ford…sigh), which means he’s handy at repairs and installations. Extremely fit from all that walking. No paunch, even from all the wine he drinks.
We know he cooks since he made brunch for his friends the Apostles, a great name for a rock band by the way. He could be the front man, since he looks the part, long wavy hair, rail thin, like any hot rock and roller, and did love to sing, a cappela remember, belting out hymns when the mood struck and remember, it’s pretty much how he got the name, Jesus Christ Superstar.
J.C. is forgiving to a fault, even breaking bread with Judas that stoolie of all stoolies, yet, stands up for what he thinks is right, like YO, MONEY CHANGERS, WANNA STEP OUTSIDE? And he’s got heart, chumming around with an occasional Samaritan, having a snack with a prostitute who, like all of us, is just trying to make a buck, dishonest or otherwise.
It’s a pity he couldn’t run for president. Just imagine what he’d do for healthcare and gun control. It would be nothing short of miraculous.
He’d also add a Commandment: Though Shall Not Lie.
He is a bit of a mama’s boy, I’ll admit, but that’s okay, it’s where he gets his sensitive side from, and no, I don’t thing he has gender issues, since he never gets defensive when preferring caftans to jeans. And I happen to like a man with his own style.
Now, if he’d just lose those sandals, then we’d be talkin’.
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