The most profound theological questions always seem to come from children. I suspect it is because they, unlike most adults, search for answers without ever thinking "is it O.K. for me to even ask this?" For example, a child in one of my former churches asked me, "why didn't Jesus just come down here...and be all like, 'you all best believe in my Dad, or I'll break out some karate moves...'" The kid then proceded to go all "Chuck Norris" around me before adding, "Jesus could have been like all big and bad (at this point I am thinking that this kid must have seen the same 900 Foot Jesus that Oral Roberts claimed to see), he could have shot laser beams out of his eyes..." The kid went on for sometime, all the while making Jesus sound more like something out of a Wachowski Brothers film than the Messiah of Scripture. Super Jesus seems to make sense upon first thought. Yet, Jesus came into the world the same way you and I did. Yet, Jesus ate with outcasts, sided with sinners, and paired himself with the poor. Yet, Jesus had no army, just a few followers. Yet, Jesus led no revolt, but died as an enemy of the State. Yet, 2000 plus years later I am blogging about the Beloved. Why? This is the main question I want us to consider for Sunday. The miracles detailed in the Bible aside, why didn't God just send us a Super Jesus?
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