Nobody

First, a word of thanks to all of you who participated in my doctoral survey.  I was able to get enough to formulate some general observations and to move forward on my remaining chapters. Words cannot express my gratitude. 

Second, I have been reflecting on Isaiah 53 for our Good Friday service, especially verses 1-2.  

I have seen hundreds of pictures of Jesus…. long flowing hair….beautiful brown eyes that are filled with kindness and gentleness.  If he were born today he would probably be the captain of every sport he played. He would be the lead in all the plays at the theatre.  He would be the cool guy that everyone wants to be like and liked by everyone. He would be mister popular, mister sophisticated.

Since he is God he would never have acne or have to deal with oily skin. His teeth would always be as white as Mount Hood snow.  His robe would never be dirty and always have a slight glow to it.  All the mothers would be asking Mary what laundry detergent she used. 

Whatever he put his hand to was perfect.  When he worked for his father he never cut a board too short or mis-measured.  When he was called to cut a slab of stone his first swing split it perfectly and he was the envy of all the neighborhood masons.

Of course this is not an entirely accurate view of Jesus.  It certainly isn’t a biblical view of him.  The truth of the matter is that he was insignificant.  He was a nobody from a nothing town.  Up until he started his ministry it would have been “Jesus who?”  Son of Joseph and Mary.  Joseph and Mary who?  He was a nobody and the son of a nobody.  He was a plain boy who grew up into a plain and ordinary man.

His was simply described as sensitive toward the things of God; someone who never really fit in to this world, someone who belonged somewhere else. 

As I was writing this I thought, "I guess I am being made into His image."