Oh, the wife wants to play; I’ll finish this later…..OK, so you got a little extra time to consider the implications.
So where was I? Oh yes, I was in Gethsemane, listening to Jesus give an ultimatum to our Father. Yes, I said OUR Father, isn’t that the way it goes? It ain’t, “His Father, who art in Heaven…”. I would have told him to just haul ass to Egypt, like the Magi did that were supposed to kill him in Jerusalem some thirty-four years ago. I don’t think he would have listened, though.
Jesus went out into the desert, and got himself all enlightened. He then came back to try and share with the people the things he now understood. He also stepped on some toes. I think he kind of enjoyed doing that; I think he had a bit of a rebellious streak in him; that is why sometimes he talked all militant, and other times he talked real peaceful like. He also had to get his people fired up, people like Judas, who wanted to fight fight fight. But his real message was about Peace, and how to find it, and where it comes from.
It must have been frustrating for him; the people didn’t want to listen to his words, they just wanted miracles (more wine, Jesus!). Maybe he was tired. It was a huge energy drain on him, I am sure. Energy is Infinite, but Time makes it finite. He couldn’t even get his disciples to understand that the Power was theirs, just as much as it was his. Maybe he thought his words would be understood or valued more if he died first; kind of like how an artists paintings may be worthless while he was alive, but the value skyrockets when they die. Even better if it was a nasty suicide or something. Isn’t it a shame, that, as a race, we never seem to value something until it is gone?
If Jesus had had the faith of the Centurion, I don’t think he would have felt the need to die. He didn’t need to die to forgive sins; that was, after all, what he was fixing to be tried and crucified for, the forgiveness of sins. Remember how he responded when he was accused of heresy after saying to the lame man, “Your sins are forgiven” and the man got up and walked away. He told the Pharisees, “What is easier, to say to a man that his sins be forgiven, or to tell him to take up his bed and walk?” It was easier on Jesus, cause he didn’t have to do anything. He told the dude his sins were forgiven, and that unlocked the dude’s own power, and he healed himself.
Jesus was forever trying to tell the people about the power of I AM, but they didn’t want to listen. They wanted miracles. To take responsibility for their own Power was more than they felt they could do. They just wanted a celestial version of bread and circuses. They didn’t want to have to work for it, they wanted to have the Power used for them. Then they could blame it on God when their life sucked, cause they had no Power of their own. Maybe Jesus thought that it would be easier to just give in and roll with the punches; become the sacrificial lamb.
Maybe he thought that it would be easier to give the people all the miracles they needed to believe him if he was dead and didn’t have to deal with the Time continuum. He should have read the story of the Goose that Laid the Golden Eggs, but Aesop wasn’t there with us, in Gethsemane that night, and Jesus wasn’t listening to me.
If Jesus had the faith of the Centurion, he would have known that his death would not change anything, any more than his presence was needed to heal the sick man. Jesus had his own Power, yes. The Power emanated from the Almighty smiter, yes. But it was not Jesus who healed the Centurion’s man. He said so himself, remember? Did you consider the implications? I mean really consider the implications.
The Centurion healed his own man, his faith was the key to unlocking his Power. That is why Jesus chided his disciples, because the Centurion grasped what they could not. I think it was because the dude was a Warrior, and Warriors rely first on themselves, then on their own Sword (which, BTW, is a symbol for both Force, and Restriction, because it is sheathed, most of the time. But I doubt the Centurion was thinking like that; he just wanted his man healed.)
Oh, and BTW, I do not think that the Centurion was ashamed to be seen with Jesus; I think he was more concerned for Jesus’ reputation (gasp! Jesus is helping a Roman!) than anything else. Jesus had already been chastised by his own disciples for hanging out with the whores and gamblers. That is why he said, “I did not come here to heal the healthy, but to heal the sick.” Plus, I bet he was really good at cards.
We all have the Power to Create. The Power of I AM. Jesus told his disciples that everything that he had done, they would do, and more. But did they? I don’t read about too much of it. Maybe there is something about them doing marvelous things in the Dead Sea Scrolls, I don’t know. I had moved on from Christianity by the time those were discovered. I took what was useful, and discarded the rest. I can be inspired, too, can’t I?
I rarely invoke the gods; I evoke them, instead. Do you grok the difference?
Maybe Jesus thought his words would mean more to the people if he did such a marvelous sacrifice. I don’t know. Martyrs are stupid, I think. Why do they think the sheep will follow the shepherd just because they throw themselves to the wolves? Don’t they know the sheep will follow whoever takes charge? Those wolves in sheep’s clothing line he did; surely he understood as much as I. The sheep follow whoever is still around. Look at who is quoted the most: Paul, the homophobic woman hater who never even met Jesus. But he was there, and Jesus was gone. One cannot lead and protect ones flock if one is dead. Ones impact on the world is outside ones realm of control after death, no matter how spectacular or well reported that death may be. Look at the horrors wrought on the world now because of the death of a mere couple thousand people. One may change the world by dying, but it is the ones who are left which will control the change.
So Jesus lacked faith in his fellow man to be able to listen to and understand his words. I am not saying I think that his lack of faith was unfounded; I am just postulating that he had it. But he lacked faith in himself, also, I think. Maybe he thought he had bit off more than he could chew, and was ready to call it quits. Maybe that is why he didn’t phrase his ultimatum the way I would have told him. I would have told him to phrase it so that no answer was a yes, and for the answer to be no, action had to be taken by Dad. What do you think the symbology of his men falling asleep while they were supposed to be on watch was? He gave up; he ignored the fact that the Power was his.
If he’d had the faith of the Centurion, he would not have had to die. We could have went to Monte Carlo and broken the banks and gotten something nice for Mary Magdalene.
Poor Jesus; I’d give him a hug and a cookie, and tell him to not sweat the small shit; but he wasn’t listening to me that night.