Even Jesus only had 12 disciples. And besides, Peter denied him and Judas betrayed him, so really that puts him back to 10."
— a professor of mine
— a professor of mine
Jesus loves a good kit kat every now and again
thers not even any kit kats in that vending machine
if he can turn water into wine im sure snickers into kit kats is just as easy
Jesus saves….his quarters for a nice midday treat.
Before my morning class I bent down to get a drink of water from the drinking fountain, and when I stood up and turned around there was a man standing a few feet away who had very obviously been staring at my butt. It was obvious, because he did that thing where he quickly averted his gaze once he realized I had turned around and saw him, but just a couple seconds too late. He wasn’t a faculty, I think he was a second-career student, although I had never really seen him around. I in no way felt flattered. Because of him, I’m never going to feel at ease drinking from a public drinking fountain.
During my evening class we were having a discussion in small groups. The question was whether the gender of Jesus influenced out theology. I said that historically he was clearly a man, and he would have had to have been in his context if he was to have any agency at all. But his maleness makes no real difference to me theologically, because God is ultimately both and neither when it comes to gender. But a classmate disagreed and felt that although Jesus was a man, he had a “woman’s heart”. And then he went on a long diatribe praising women, stating that women have much more caring hearts, they feel things more deeply, they are more selfless in their love, and they ultimately understand the love of God much more than men.
The classmate was not American, and he repeatedly referenced what he felt was his own culture’s view of women. I almost began telling him that, while I was flattered as a woman, his description of women is not actually fair to women, or men for that matter. I wanted to tell him that it was all just imposed gender roles, and that women are raised to be sensitive, while men are raised to never cry. And ultimately, his description was unfair towards God, because it supposes that God is not as close to men as women, or God purposefully designed men to never understand what selfless love means.
There were a lot of problems with his argument, but when I tried to politely interject and challenge him, he interrupted me and never let me finish (which is ironic). By the end of the discussion it hardly felt like the right time to step in and challenge his cultural understanding of women. I even thought: “We don’t have enough time to get into this…he clearly likes women, so what’s the harm, anyway?” And then I remembered how women and homosexuals are actually treated in his home country. Surely then, there is a harm. But I was a good girl and sat quietly.
|Classmate #1:||Jesus saves!|
|Classmate #2:||Save your work!|
|*everyone hits Ctrl-S simultaneously*|
I had an Old Testament professor who failed a person because they mentioned Jesus in their final paper. She was like, “Under NO circumstances are you allowed to read Jesus into the Old Testament. You may be all like, ‘well this prophet was talking about Jesus’- no. NO. That prophet was talking about the Messiah. That prophet ain’t got no idea who JESUS was! How could he?? JESUS WASN’T EVEN BORN YET!” …She was kind of passionate about it. None of us dared mentioning Jesus in that class.
Space Jesus. aka The Intergalactic Messiah
|Classmate:||...That brings to mind the story of when Jesus had to speak to the masses so he went out on a boat, departing from the lake shore, and entered into this liminal space, all so that he could be heard by the crowd. How he was both distant enough, and close enou -|
|Professor:||Yeah, I just keep thinking about the Monty Python version. They're all, "We can't hear you! Speak louder!" *chuckles* Sorry, that's just what always comes to mind.|
Like I mentioned previously, I went to get coffee with some classmates of mine who were all girls. It was deemed a sort of “Lady-Theologian Night”, but shortly after we sat down, one of my friends made the request that we “take off our seminary hats” (as in she thought we should talk about something other than classes, reading, etc.).
Which was fine. Great, in fact.
But the thing was, out of the five of us sitting there: one was a newly-wed, the second a VERY soon-to-be-wed, the third was a single but had been previously wed and was now extremely complicated, and the last two were just simply single.
I was one of those last two.
And I really had high hopes for the evening. I knew we would talk about relationships at on point or another, I just didn’t think we would spend the whole time talking about it.
But we did.
And I love my friends, and I want to show support and attentiveness to their situations, and meet them where they are….but I was also hoping for a little bit more.
Afterwards the “other single girl” told me how she was disappointed that, once the “seminary hats” were off, all we could find to talk about were boys/relationship problems. And I agree.
Are our lives really that boring?
I just can’t stop thinking about it.
It should be mentioned, however, that at one point I was able to participate in discussion when one friend turned to me and asked, “So Julia, who are YOU dating?” (Note: She may or may not have been sarcastic, I still can’t tell.) Regardless, I took a moment, composed myself, and raised one finger to the sky as I mouthed the name “Jesus”.
I’m glad at least that I have friends who appreciate my sense of humor, if not my sense of irony.
Jesus is my bro, yo.
Bro Jesus might be my new favorite thing. Well, you know…next to the normal Jesus.
If you’re comfortable risking the use of lethal force to defend your property or that of your neighbors, you’re doing so against the teachings of Jesus. If you’re a Christian and yet you think risking the end of another person’s life to protect your house or possessions is reasonable, we don’t merely have a difference of opinion. I’m calling you out and telling you to repent.
Zimmerman was armed, we’re told, because there had been numerous burglaries in the neighborhood and he wanted to protect his community. By carrying a gun, he implicitly acknowledged his willingness to use it in defense of property. I understand that many Americans have no problem with that. But a Christian must object.
As someone who has been robbed, had guns held to his head, and sat under the threat of lethal force as I watched my apartment being ransacked, I can emphatically say it is wrong to use force to defend your possessions. I did not sit there seething, wishing I had a gun. I offered the men a drink. I share this not because it is remarkable but because it the least that any Christian should be expected to do in similar circumstances.
Hmmm…interesting. Usually I don’t reblog articles or essays regarding a topic like this, but this one is an interesting one to think about.