The Son of Man

Sometimes they missed the lesson with the story of Jesus. I’m not a religious person, maybe a little spiritual, but man, the story of Jesus is knee-deep in wisdom. That type of wisdom you hear in the back corner of a bar when it’s a little too early in the evening. There’s always that one regular–he has a musk in his beard and a crooked looked in his eye–. These prophets always loosens their lips in that ancient tongue, where they seen what life is capable of, and obligingly, must pass their lessons on.

Read that man’s life in the bible as if you were reading any other book. I am not telling you to read Paul’s letters or happen upon his proselytizing, I am talking about the story of the Son of God himself. That’s the story of a man who tried to do right by his father the whole time, only to end up dead. That’s right, killed on some bullshit, and God was like, “you know what, All Eyez on me–that’s my plan.”

Jesus was a man born with limitless potential. He was supposed to be the Messiah, like the original Lebron James, or the Jon Snow that was promised. A man walked on water, he restored sight, he even raised a man from the dead. I don’t pay much attention to Record Books and whatnot, but Jesus sure could have put dent in some of those things. Man, imagine he lived today…the late night shows, the parties, the empire state of mind.

But Jesus was his father’ son, loyal to the fucking nail. Motherfucker had to be perfect, from a young age exuding that noble spirit that Christians today say they emulate, though they act less like Jesus and more like his antithesis. Jesus lived up to his name, began his father’s work as a teenager, found exile and perhaps his wisdom in those lost years, and then uprooted the entire faith of his Jewish community. The Rabbi’s wanted him dead! Imagine the Pope suggested some shit like that, this threat need to die, the government must get involved. Think about that, Jesus the King running the ring on the only source of power that controlled people’s heart in those days, religious faith.

Jesus had the world behind him, a storm brewing for revolutionary change. The world could have had a new meaning entirely, at least the world of the Jews and Palestine circa 30 A.D., but God had other plans. God’s unfolding, plans dating back to the beginning, to the inception of it all, before poor Jesus was even a baby in Mary’s womb, these had to be realized. What kind of God didn’t deliver? Certainly not Yahweh.

Jesus’s father didn’t care that his son had made twelve ride and die friends, brothers who lived for him. God didn’t care that his son had fallen in love with Mary Magdalene, and that Jesus was man enough to see beyond her profession but still not through her. He certainly didn’t care that his son had been a paragon of perfection, and lived up to all the unrealistic expectations bestowed therein.

The Father’s way is the way. Jesus completed his fast and descended from the mountains. His father’s sentence was final. “One of your boys will be the one, Judas he’s called.” I think Jesus might have really liked Judas, like in his mind he was thinking Judas, not him. Judas must have been a smooth talking savvy, go-getter. He persuaded both the Jewish authorities and the Roman authorities that he could deliver Jesus. Some Wire shit, like Avon fucking Barksdale, pulling strings and bringing it all together. It takes a special kind of man to that, and Jesus had to have recognized it during their friendship. Judas seemed the type dude to tell Jesus to do the things the others wouldn’t, like why not fight back?

Nonetheless Judas did what he did, God’s will or his own, hanging himself from the sheer guilt of all he done. Jesus proceeded to die for the sin of the people. Sometimes I wonder if he died for his Father’s pride. The story of a perfect son being the sacrifice for an imperfect God, for it was God who built this imperfect world, and he who allowed its clouds to fill with shadow.

I don’t know what I’m getting at to be honest, it’s been a tough week, and I’ve just been thinking is all. What I guess I’m trying to say, is if God killed his only son, what the fuck does he really care about you. If the architect of this wonder and brilliance that is life would do such a thing, why gawk at all the other injustices and uncertainties that hit us day to day. The world done worse, you are sons and daughters of man after all. Pardon my sacrilege, I was just thinking out loud.