I've been reading through my old journals a lot lately. This morning, I stumbled upon a rather comical commentary on Mark 1:35–39:
Jesus is quite possibly the worst houseguest. We focus so much on Jesus rising early to pray. All right and good — Jesus spent intimate time with the Father. But what about how his friends felt? So everyone is exhausted after a long day's work and they are OUT. But when they wake up, Jesus is gone. He's like a cultic con man. Follow me — and then he peaces out. So they're flippin', thinking "Where on earth is Jesus?" Mark, unlike Matthew, doesn't portray Jesus as crazy, but Matthew and John for sure make him to be a weird kid. I mean, he talks oddly.
Anyways, Simon and his motley crew realize that their crazy cool miracle-working weirdo friend is gone when they wake up. They gave up everything to follow him, so they aren't going to let him disappear that easily, and they go on a hunt. When they finally find him in the middle of nowhere, alone, he doesn't even respond to their cry "What the heck!" He just says, "Surprise! You found me. Let's head out."
If I were them, I wouldn't be too sure about this character. I would be pretty distant from this madman. He's crazy awesome, but so strange.
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