IT WAS SAFE TO WORSHIP
—some rotten bugger slips you a crippler and upsets your equilibrium.
Before you read on, look at the image above (have a quick worship if you like—I’ll wait) … then here’s another shot of the same god, a divinity of many faces. I guess wysiwyg~?
Okaaaaay … he’s a little different from the above image, but still in the ball-park.
We’ll keep him.
BUT, BUT, BUT
I can hear the ‘protesteth-too-much’ folks “Ya not meant to take it literally! They had no cameras in them days etc etc ad etc …”
Perhaps I should allow a little leeway—some slack for artistic licence, for a God made in Man’s image?
for the definitive true-to-life Jesus—
—take your pick.
But wait, choose now and we’ll throw in a free link to Google, where you can choose from many hundreds to find your very own personal exact likeness of someone who actually never existed.
Heck, here’s another pin-up for reading this far—it’s one especially for the Celtics among us.
So He was a scruffy redhead as well as blond and dark—all things to all men (you can’t ask better of the Guy created the entire universe from diddley-squat).
to stop teasing and put you out of your misery: science has come to the aid of theology. Working as a sort of a team they’ve come up with an answer to that most important of questions:
What did Jesus really look like?
It appears that God looks like this guy, below. A bit disappointing really, I prefer the blue-eyed aryan type myself but that’s God for you, full of surprises—
see below for a simple comparison image
For the definitive combo look to the pic on left below. (The pic on the right was a tougher call:
AND THIS IS WHERE
I must leave it for now. Maybe it might turn out one day that, actually—
—He looked like this!
“Mr Argus, Sir?”
“Yes, Little Ollivia?”
“Sir—does having a piccie of Jesus not violate the second Commandment?”
“An image of God isn’t strictly kosher, Sir—?”
“I think it’s legal, Kiddo, if they love it but don’t worship it.”
“Oh … but what is number two, Sir? I’ve trolled the web—”
“I think you mean ‘trawled’, Cutie?”
“—oops; but everywhere I get different Numbers two. Number twos—”
“Let’s leave it as Number Twos, kiddo. Don’t sweat, religion is full of ’em.”