Jesus: Good Man, Prohet, God?

I have hear a lot of different explanations about who Jesus was. A majority of the people that I get the chance to discuss this matter with agree that Jesus was a real person. In fact, so many people believe that this person exsisted time was split in two by him, B.C. (Before Christ) and A.D. (Ano Domini Latin: The Year of the Lord)

So most would conclude from historical records, and personal testimony that Jesus was a real person, not like Santa or the Easter Bunny. Then who was he? Some religions such as Islam believe he was a prophet, in other words one who is sent by God. Many scholars and intellects conclude he was a good person with good teachings. But who does Jesus say that he is?

For the answer to that question I find myself in the Gospel of John. In this book of the New Testament Jesus makes some pretty bold statements about himself.

I am the Bread of Life (6:35)
I am the Light of the World (8:12)
I am the Good Shepard (10:11)
I am the door. If anyone enters by me, he will be saved (10:9)
I am the resurrection and the life (11:25)
I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me (14:6)
I am the true vine (15:1)

As Josh McDowell so brilliantly entitles the second chapter of his book "More Than a Carpenter," Jesus was either a Liar, a Lunatic, or Lord. In other words Jesus was who he said he was, God, or he was crazy.

On a personal note, anyone who knows me, knows that I am not one for lofty arguments, or logical debates that explain people into converting to Christianity. Concluding who Jesus is, and accepting him as Lord and Savior, is something that has to happen supernaturally in your heart. I could never explain you into that, someone would just come along and explain you out of it. So don't take my word for it, look into it for yourself, seek out who God is.

Amazon.com: More Than a Carpenter: Books: Josh McDowell

Amazon.com: Mere Christianity: Books: C. S. Lewis

Boldness

One afternoon, I pulled up to my house after a long morning pouring coffee, and making lattes for "the man" at Starbucks. As I pulled into the alley way behind my house I noticed there was a brand new, shiny, Lexus slowly creeping up the alley toward me. There was something about it that seemed out of place. Using my detective skills that I obtained from watching hours of Psyche and CSI, I deduced that the driver of this car did not live in the neighborhood.

As the car approached the gentleman rolled down the window, pointed to my house, and asked me if I lived there. The elderly gentleman driving the car said that he used to live in my house in 1945, and began to reflect from his car. He told me that he was in the living room doing homework, when Pearl Harbor was bombed. I invited him in, but he declined. The gentleman said he had been sick lately, and he wasn't up to it. He drove off, but I had this funny feeling inside of me like I should have prayed for him

Here is what I am getting at, that funny feeling, that is called the Holy Spirit. Don't get me wrong I am not living in guilt or anything, I am motivated not to miss another opportunity to pray and see God move.

I read this awesome blog this morning about praying and seeing God move --> Here

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