This is an Excerpt from 'Lucas on Life' by Jeff Lucas.
"I am angry at the face, the facade that has been placed upon the most exciting and supremely beautiful person in history. We the church, the guardians and key holders of the Kingdom of God, have done something incredible. We have painted Jesus Jesus in boring colours. We have taken the Most Lovely and turned him into a wrinkled crone . . . . Angels must faint with shock as they consider what we have done. We, the church, have made Jesus seem predictable and boring . . . .
It has taken a long time, and a concerted effort, but somehow we have managed to take the author of colour and dance and variety, the master of spontaneity and humour, the one who calls himself 'The Life', and make him look like a domesticated 'godlet' who may be vaguely admired, sentimentally remembered when troubles are rife, but who is bland, insipid and vague - an anaemic Galilean."
"I am angry at the face, the facade that has been placed upon the most exciting and supremely beautiful person in history. We the church, the guardians and key holders of the Kingdom of God, have done something incredible. We have painted Jesus Jesus in boring colours. We have taken the Most Lovely and turned him into a wrinkled crone . . . . Angels must faint with shock as they consider what we have done. We, the church, have made Jesus seem predictable and boring . . . .
It has taken a long time, and a concerted effort, but somehow we have managed to take the author of colour and dance and variety, the master of spontaneity and humour, the one who calls himself 'The Life', and make him look like a domesticated 'godlet' who may be vaguely admired, sentimentally remembered when troubles are rife, but who is bland, insipid and vague - an anaemic Galilean."
