Jesus

I think that Jesus is attractive. What I mean by that is, if you see someone who is like Jesus, or has the same characteristics as Jesus, you will be attracted to that person. Unconsciously. Like you are drawn to people who are like Jesus. Not because you recognize in your mind that they are like Jesus, but because Jesus possesses all the qualities that are good. And perfect. And genuine. Attractive.

For example, tonight I was watching The Painted Veil with Ed Norton and Naomi Watts. It’s an awesome love story. It’s not even cheesy or anything. It just rocks. And, knowing the story, when I turned it on, I thought to myself, When Ed becomes more like Jesus she is more attracted to him, she falls in love with him because of what he does. Because of an affair, Ed and Naomi have a cold marriage, completely loveless. In fact full of spite. But as Naomi sees Ed serve, love, and give himself to the infected city, she falls in love with him. When he gives himself for something higher, she falls. When he literally sacrifices himself, she falls. Jesus is attractive.

Best part: if we truly see Jesus and his sacrifice, not only will we be attracted to him but we will be compelled to act. Duty, in a sense. Loyalty. First we will fall in love and then we will want to become more and more like Him.

Though there is a catch. There’s always a catch. You are the catch. I’m so selfish I don’t like to look at Jesus, and if I don’t look I won’t be attracted, and if I’m not attracted I won’t act. We are so damn selfish. We can’t get away from ourselves. So we have to break, or be broken. Over. And. Over. We’re stuck in ourselves. Jesus is literally the only hope.