If you know the story of Jesus, and I do... and you choose to believe in the story of Jesus, and I do... then you know that Jesus was a bad ass.
People flocked to him. He would be in a crowded room very silently moving as people just wanted to touch the hem of his coat... I would too.
There's confusion, Jesus from this little child to an adult... those years are missing from the Bible... so what happened? What was he doing during this time?
It's for the scholars and saints to debate.
I just know that the Romans have a record of a Jesus of Nazareth that they crucified and over five hundred people report to having seen him alive and well after his reported death.
If that happened today social media would explode.
Maybe it's just that I grew up with the stories and that's how I choose to see the world. If so, I'm fine with that.
It's the way my family is, the language that we speak to each other, and I've always appreciated that too.
So when you go to places like the Louvre, and you seen dozens and dozens of art work depicting the struggle of Christ... and you realize the beating he took, how he was tough enough to take it... having his flesh ripped off and his body pierced and broken and strung up to die... well, it moves you.
I know that I wouldn't have been able to take it. I would have given in, given up... I couldn't have made it. Only one could, and he did.