Jesus is the servant of life, the enemy of death.
Jesus said: A man had a fig tree planted in his vineyard. He came out to get some fruit and found none. He said to the dresser of his vineyard, Behold, for three years I have come seeking fruit on this fig tree and found none. Cut it down; why have it take up space?
And what to Jesus was life? That which bears fruit, fruit that is: Humanity. His, ours, the Holy Spirit.
The purpose of his life was to protect and or resurrect life, our humanity, where that was possible. To be the incarnation of humanity, the father, that we would do the same.
And to take the responsibility for facing where it was not possible.
And after patient time, clear assessment, it is evident that growth of humanity, was not possible, then no further time and resource was to be wasted there, but rather, redirected to where life might be protected and resurrected.
He said: Salt is good: but if the salt has lost its savour, with what can it be seasoned? It is not fit for the land, yet not ready for the dunghill; so men cast it aside.
He said: what does it profit a person if they gain the whole world who's their own soul? Their humanity.
He said: the son of man will come on the clouds, with his father's angels. They will gather up that which offends and does iniquity and cast it into the fire.
And what is it that offends and does iniquity? That which is not like jesus, not Humanity incarnate. It does no good for itself. It deprives potential life of its resources. It blocks the light.
Jesus is the model for returning to our humanity. He said: The Son of man is here to save what was lost.
No complex mamal is designed to be born and to figure out for itself, the individual, how to be a healthy manifestation of itself. No dolphin, no puppy, no whale, and certainly no human. We are born with the propensities, but we need an environment that inspires and nurtures those propensities, and not the suboptimal propensities within us.
We can't be healthy without that. And only with health comes joy and abundant life.
But for 7,000 years evermore complex unhumane, inhumane, cultures have decimated the community of healthy humane individuals, replacing them with an assortment of unhumane, and inhumane, humanoids, with rare exceptions.
Jesus stepped into that Gap. And we've ignored that for 2,000 years, reducing him some grotesque mythical four-legged lamb sacrifice, to silence his voice.
I am the vine, you are the branches, he said.
He asked for no credit for himself, he simply recognized, that he was a humane being, the son of man, that we all had been born to be. And he made of his life an opportunity for us to graft our Humane nature back into ourselves, from him, and into those that we might influence.
He said: Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abide in the vine, no more can you unless you abide in me.
James, the one speaking here, there's evidence that he is pretty independent, fairly resourceful, fairly intelligent, grotesquely over privileged and over-educated. And to his amazement, at 73 years of age, he realizes, that he needs, he cannot do without, he always needed, and now understands he is incapable of being the Humane joyful abundant Life that his DNA would have him be, without studying, understanding, mastering, and every breath practicing the teachings and example of the man jesus.
Indeed, for james, and for those throughout history that he admires, Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life. And thanks to James' saintly biological dad edward, he now has Jesus' dad, the dad of James here from the beginning, Jesus called him the father, as his constant companion along with Jesus, as coaches, cheerleaders, guides.... Lol, except when James gets really exhausted and forgets. But that's happening less and less.
And in a short year and a half, oh my goodness, James here is finally coming back to life, that is a young child. Unless you convert and become as a little child you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Indeed.
The Phoenix is rising in you! ♥️♥️♥️
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