He probably smelled like sweat, grain and farts.
I’m talking about Jesus.
Since he was always on the move in an arid climate and there were no ways to prevent body odor, he reeked.
There was also no halo around his head to let you know that he was special, divine or even beatific.
- What you had was an encounter.
- What you possessed was your sense of wonder.
- And what you had to decide for yourself was whether what you heard could contradict what you were seeing and smelling.
I supposed it would be easier if angels came with a glow. But actually, angels just come with truth. And even though the truth makes us free, we are not always in a hurry to discover our freedom, but are literally captivated by our error.
What tells us that the experience in front of us has eternal possibilities?
How can we know that we’re in the presence of greatness?
And how can we allow words and ideas which may seem contradictory to our training to come and soothe us with mercy and tenderness?
I don’t know the answer.
It is the way of mankind to ignore true value in favor of cheap exchange.
But we can take hope in the notion that beauty can often be identified by the presence of genuine humility.
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