The Trouble with Jesus
by Constance Hastings

How do you get out of bed in the morning when the day, the world is still shrouded in darkness?... How are you supposed to stand up when grief, anger, and anxious fear are sitting heavy in your soul? Why even open your eyes when all you see just slices pain through whatever little faith you got left?

Letting someone get close like this? That’s terrifying. I’d rather tuck away all the parts that people could ridicule, the stuff that makes people look at you sideways. I’d never want someone seeing all that mess who’s way better than me, cleaner than me, holier than me. Why does God have to come so close?

Jesus had power, no doubt. While his healing powers convinced some he was the Son of God, Jesus’ power also created, even in his best of friends, wild expectations. Belief like you should have God on speed dial and life was supposed to go smooth, no drama, no pain. "With God in my pocket, I should get all I want."

On the surface, it’s the same formula every time: somebody sick, disciples saying something inane, Pharisees mad because it’s the Sabbath again, Jesus heals anyway. Boom — another believer. It’s like a Miracle Hallmark Channel. Same plot, different day, but hey, it sells. Why complicate the story...
Any who have ever had a mountaintop experience will tell you, it’s nothing that can be planned, arranged, or scheduled. Spiritual encounters come out of the blue, filled with insights, revelations not previously perceived but somehow needed and relevant to a moment or period of life. And they never last. If anything, they serve as touchstones reminding of the source of that power, power greater than oneself in God who was, is and will always be.





