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November 1st 2003, 12:33 PM
IF YOU’RE JESUS THEN WHO AM I? (http://www.christianity.com/partner/Article_Display_Page/0,,PTID19179|CHID119948|CIID1662894,00.html) By, Gary Piper
The other day I met a man who said he was Jesus. He didn't look like Jesus but then come to think about it I've never seen him. Oh I know I've seen pictures of him but a picture is just a picture an image captured by the lens of a camera or by the lens of someone's imagination. But this guy was the real McCoy! I've always wondered if I know him if I met him on the street and I don't have to wonder any longer, it took me a little while but I finally discovered recognized him.
In case your wondering what he looks like I'll fill you in but you’re in for a surprise because he doesn't look anything like the pictures of him. First of all he's rather tall I can't give you an exact height but my guess would be around 6 foot 9 inches but that's only a guess. I'll bet those soldiers had to get a pretty tall cross to hang him from. Thin! Wow he sure was skinny if I was to give him a nickname it'd be Flag Pole.
You know how people say the nails were in his wrist because his hands wouldn't have supported his weight? I'd be willing to bet they would have his hands were really calloused. Now I'm no expert on matters such as that but I know what I saw and is skin was really tough I think his hands would have held him. Don't ask me about how much he weighed I'd have no idea at all.
There was nothing real special about his facial features other than a long thin face and a larger than normal nose. His lips were kind of thick probably because they were dry or something like that again I'm no expert. But before we parted he kissed me on the cheek and I know what I felt. But the strangest thing and you'll probably not believe me but it's the honest to goodness truth, no beard! I know what you're thinking I didn't believe him at first either but when that dove hovered over his head and a voice said, "This is my Beloved Son listen to him," I instantly became a believer.
Oh, and his clothes! Forget that robe, scarf (or whatever you call it), and sandals stuff he had on Levi's, jogging shoes, and tee shirt that said, "God not dead I just talked to him." I know what you're thinking because I thought the very same thing but don't forget the dove! Later he told me he didn't want to draw attention to himself he wanted people to discover who he was without any help. When I reminded him of the dove thing he smiled and said that comes after recognizing him.
That's about all I can say about what he looked like other than the fact he there was nothing out of the ordinary about his appearance but when I began talking with him I sure could tell a difference.
In case you’re wondering how I chanced to meet him don’t ask ‘cause I don’t know! I was walking down the street smiling and saying hi to everyone I met. For the most people were not very friendly two guys told me to mind my own business, a woman asked me if I was stalking her, and a little kid gave me the single finger salute it was terrible. “God,” I silently prayed, “What these people need is a little dose of Jesus.” Then out of the blue some tall lanky looking dude walks up and says, “Peace be unto your brother.” Instantly I was ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent sure he was Jesus. Like I said earlier don’t ask me how I just knew and when I took his hand all doubt was gone. “Aaaarrrrreeee yyyyooouuuu Jeeeeessssus Ggggooood’s Soooonnnnn,” I tried to say.
Looking me straight in the eyes he said in a soft soothing voice, “In some circles I am called that. But who do you say I am.” Before going on I’ve just got to tell you about his eyes. When our eyes met at first I felt like a stained glass window like he was looking right through me. In case you’re wondering what a stained glass window feels like don’t ask! I can’t describe that any better than I can how I felt like when he looked clear into my soul. As I looked him in the eyes suddenly as if I went from being a stained glass window to one clean, pure, and transparent. I don’t have to tell you I was speechless at first. But when I regained my composure I really made a fool of myself! How you’re wondering?
Read the rest here... (http://www.christianity.com/partner/Article_Display_Page/0,,PTID19179|CHID119948|CIID1662894,00.html)
The other day I met a man who said he was Jesus. He didn't look like Jesus but then come to think about it I've never seen him. Oh I know I've seen pictures of him but a picture is just a picture an image captured by the lens of a camera or by the lens of someone's imagination. But this guy was the real McCoy! I've always wondered if I know him if I met him on the street and I don't have to wonder any longer, it took me a little while but I finally discovered recognized him.
In case your wondering what he looks like I'll fill you in but you’re in for a surprise because he doesn't look anything like the pictures of him. First of all he's rather tall I can't give you an exact height but my guess would be around 6 foot 9 inches but that's only a guess. I'll bet those soldiers had to get a pretty tall cross to hang him from. Thin! Wow he sure was skinny if I was to give him a nickname it'd be Flag Pole.
You know how people say the nails were in his wrist because his hands wouldn't have supported his weight? I'd be willing to bet they would have his hands were really calloused. Now I'm no expert on matters such as that but I know what I saw and is skin was really tough I think his hands would have held him. Don't ask me about how much he weighed I'd have no idea at all.
There was nothing real special about his facial features other than a long thin face and a larger than normal nose. His lips were kind of thick probably because they were dry or something like that again I'm no expert. But before we parted he kissed me on the cheek and I know what I felt. But the strangest thing and you'll probably not believe me but it's the honest to goodness truth, no beard! I know what you're thinking I didn't believe him at first either but when that dove hovered over his head and a voice said, "This is my Beloved Son listen to him," I instantly became a believer.
Oh, and his clothes! Forget that robe, scarf (or whatever you call it), and sandals stuff he had on Levi's, jogging shoes, and tee shirt that said, "God not dead I just talked to him." I know what you're thinking because I thought the very same thing but don't forget the dove! Later he told me he didn't want to draw attention to himself he wanted people to discover who he was without any help. When I reminded him of the dove thing he smiled and said that comes after recognizing him.
That's about all I can say about what he looked like other than the fact he there was nothing out of the ordinary about his appearance but when I began talking with him I sure could tell a difference.
In case you’re wondering how I chanced to meet him don’t ask ‘cause I don’t know! I was walking down the street smiling and saying hi to everyone I met. For the most people were not very friendly two guys told me to mind my own business, a woman asked me if I was stalking her, and a little kid gave me the single finger salute it was terrible. “God,” I silently prayed, “What these people need is a little dose of Jesus.” Then out of the blue some tall lanky looking dude walks up and says, “Peace be unto your brother.” Instantly I was ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent sure he was Jesus. Like I said earlier don’t ask me how I just knew and when I took his hand all doubt was gone. “Aaaarrrrreeee yyyyooouuuu Jeeeeessssus Ggggooood’s Soooonnnnn,” I tried to say.
Looking me straight in the eyes he said in a soft soothing voice, “In some circles I am called that. But who do you say I am.” Before going on I’ve just got to tell you about his eyes. When our eyes met at first I felt like a stained glass window like he was looking right through me. In case you’re wondering what a stained glass window feels like don’t ask! I can’t describe that any better than I can how I felt like when he looked clear into my soul. As I looked him in the eyes suddenly as if I went from being a stained glass window to one clean, pure, and transparent. I don’t have to tell you I was speechless at first. But when I regained my composure I really made a fool of myself! How you’re wondering?
Read the rest here... (http://www.christianity.com/partner/Article_Display_Page/0,,PTID19179|CHID119948|CIID1662894,00.html)