Transparent Jesus

Prologue:

Jesus means “God saves” in Hebrew. At the annunciation, the angel Gabriel gave him the name Jesus as his proper name, which expresses both his identity and his mission. Since God alone can forgive sins, it it God who, In Jesus, his eternal son made man, “will save his people from their sins. In Jesus, God recapitulates all of his history of salvation on behalf of men. The word, “Christ” comes from the Greek translation of the Hebrew Messiah, which means “anointed”. It became the name proper to Jesus only because he accomplished perfectly the divine mission that “Christ” signifies.

Anima Christi

Soul of Christ, sanctify me;

Body of Christ, save;

Blood of Christ, strengthen me;

O good Jesus, hear me;

Within your wounds hide me;

separated from you, let me never be;

from the evil one protect me;

At the hour of my death, call me;

That with your saints. I may be, praising you forever and ever.

Amen.

As I knelt before you, bowed my head in prayer. And I truly believed you heard my prayer. You made everyday, yours and guided me with your strong right arm. That was the past, before my soul and our relationship were untainted by mortal sin. I believe and know that there is no sin that you won’t forgive because of your immense ocean of love. But the Devil keeps telling me our relationship will never be the same. I hate to admit it but his influence is changing me.

In this holy time, I feel close to you like I use to when I was young. Good Friday. The day you died 4 me. Your burden was actually mine and my iniquities along with the world’s crushed you. Only because you allowed it. Throughout your passion you were in total control. The soldiers, the evil spirits and the slander were clueless that their capacity for the evil they inflicted upon you was part of your mission. How holy and perfectly did you carry out your Father’s will and saved us. I can’t wait to give you endless praise for your divine deeds, I could do it now but it wouldn’t be pleasing to you because I haven’t truly invoked the Holy Spirit.

I’m living in the land of the dead, were sin for the most part reigns supreme. I’m not the same beautiful creature that I was meant to be. Satan’s world hates me, oppresses me, lures me into sin, quickly decays my soul, torture me, tempts me and makes me love the riches of this world.

My God when will you intervene, even without my consent? Is this your will, cause right now I don’t have the grace to understand your thought? I know your always there for me and I wish I could do the same. But one day I will say “Here I am Lord. Your servant is listening. What is your will?” Until that time I will remember the name that is above all names. My savior Jesus. At one time he said that I knew him which means that I knew God. No one comes to the Father but through me. Jesus.

Jesus. Just saying it I feel your cup of love poured over my heart. Jesus Christ. The basis of the Christ-like life. Jesus of Nazareth. The name pilot put on the Holy wood on the cross at Golgotha. Jesus the Way, the Truth and the Light. Basically explained your mission and nature. Jesus King of Kings. The name you inherited from God when you perfectly completed his will. Transparent Jesus. The way I see him and I know his purity and see past all the representation that this world adds on.

The color of his skin doesn’t matter, he’s the son of God. The world so filled with diversity and adversity divides themselves from worshiping God divinely. Jesus was white. Jesus was black. Jesus was Indian. Jesus was Asian. Actually he was probably a combination of all four. An olive colored skin tone. But does that really matter? I guess it does because you need something to identify with. I was watching this documentary on Pac and he was explaining the need for a black Jesus. Someone like the average ghetto nephew. A Jesus who plays ball. A Jesus who hustles. A Jesus who smokes and a Jesus with a fro with a pick in it. I have only one sentence to explain my thoughts. For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. I wish I could have told Pac that but believe me he either knows that now or he unpleasantly discovered that Thug Mansion doesn’t exit. Believe in Jesus. Trust his ways. Follow his example. Love him as he loves. Only through him can you trade in your cross for a crown.

I wrote this in my early twenties it is not verbatim I had to clean a few lines that were unrefined and omit a few others but this was my ode to the Lord.