Sometimes, when I actually stop and think about it, when I let my mind erase the pretty, Mona Lisa Jesus and paint a new portrait, a portrait of a Jesus with dust on his feet and sweat on his brow, a Jesus who climbs to the top of a great hill, heart thumping, breathing heavily, a Jesus whose hands are calloused and strong, a Jesus who gets hungry and thirsty, a Jesus whose beard catches the crumbs from his dinner, a Jesus who sleeps, a Jesus who feels emotions deep within his chest, a Jesus with laugh lines in the corners of his eyes... a REAL Jesus. When I try to imagine this Jesus...it hits me hard...

“Amazing love, how can it be? That you my king would die for me...”