Knowing Jesus

A quest...that's what you could call it. I've embarked on a journey, though it may take the rest of my life, to know Jesus. Yes, yes, I know, it sounds trite. "Aren't we all wanting to know Jesus?", you ask. Sure. But how far are you willing to take it?

I'm finding out more and more that investigating the real Jesus poses a significant threat to my comfort. You can't know him and not get sucked in. You can't admire him and not change. You can't get a grip on what he was about and feel secure.

He endured the cross for a reason. "For sins!", you say. Ok, yes, for sins. But don't forget that his condemnation to a cross resulted from his actions as a man. He had an agenda. He exposed people. He walked the talk. He enraged many. Still want to follow him? Still want to risk safety and security to follow his steps?

The more I see Jesus, the more I see danger ahead. The more I see rejection. The more I see...that I've got along way to go.