I wish I were more like Jesus.
I wish I could be homeless, comfortably saying that the birds have nests and foxes have holes but I have no where to lay my head. I wish I could drop out of the wealth driven rat race of life. I wish I could do this with the conviction that everything will burn up and pass away.
I wish I could befriend hookers and prostitutes. I wish my presence and casual conversation could expose, convict, and comfort-- all at the same time.
I wish I had teachings and words of wisdom that gave men answers and seemed so profound that caused men to just up and quit their job.
I wish I could seek out those who took advantage of the poor and abused religion I wish I could call them vipers to their face. I wish I could dump their money out on the ground and stomp on it. I wish I could beat them with whips.
I wish I could feed lots of hungry people. I wish I could do away with Hamburger Helper that creates servings for four and miraculously multiply fish in a way that provides servings for four hundred.
I wish my touch could heal and raise the dead. I know a few people that I think should still be living.
I wish I were friends with John the Baptist. I've tasted lots of food, but I've never had locusts and honey.
I wish I were friends with Peter. He seemed to speak without thinking, so I bet he said some funny stuff.
I wish famous religious leaders came and sought my counsel at night and short people climbed up on trees to get a glimpse of me by day.
Unfortunately, I couldn't handle being Jesus.
I couldn't completely forsake my family. I couldn't refuse to call my sister, Sister, my mom, Mom, and my dad, Dad. If I were in church and they wanted me to do something I would leave. Jesus did those things.
I couldn't give up all of my selfish pride. I sometimes let it go to my head when somebody asks me to make a speech or tells me that they like my writing. My head would probably burst if I had a throng of people clamoring for me.
I couldn't handle the power of miracles. If I were deity, I would want to show off my cooking skills. I would grill the fish and burn them. I would let the bread go moldy. I have a moldy load of bread on the counter. I can't tell you how much bread I would let go to waste if I had five hundred loaves.
I have other friends. Their names are Isaac, D.J., Ryan, Travis, Jonathan, Wes, Donnie and there are many other names I could add. They say plenty of dumb things without accidentally committing heresy.
I couldn't stay silent before Pilate like Jesus. When I am wrongly accused I defend myself. I don't exercise patience. In the face of persecution, I might endure it but I would also probably pitch a fit and whine a bunch.
I couldn't withstand crucification. I would try to run. The guards would have killed me long before we got up to Calvary.
I am thankful I have a savior like Jesus. No, there's no possible way I could be him. They won't rename time after me. My life won't be viewed as a turning point in history. At best my life might point others toward the Creator and His ways.
I have not been entrusted with the salvation or care of the working class, vagrants, and women of the night. My current lot in life is the education of middle school students. In some ways it is a greater responsibility than I could ever imagine or comprehend. They are in the middle of deciding who they are going to be for the rest of their lives. Ever since Bible times, society has molded kids like bullets, conformed them to a particular mold and sought to shoot them down the barrel of life at breakneck speed. I feel like middle school is the swing of the hammer and I am one of an elite group of people that has been asked to help steady the weapon.
There's no way I could do a good job on my own. I'm a bit shaky and have poor eye sight.
I need a friend like Jesus to help. We all do. The world does.