Hello again everyone!
Forgive me for not blogging very much. Combined with the multitude of worrying over homework, work, and numerous other things, it's been difficult to think of something worthwhile to blog! (And not much time to, seemingly). I promise to do more though. I have another idea of writing about the doggy soon!
Anyways, with the Christmas season here upon us, Jesus and the life he lived has really been upon my heart. In the last few months, I've tried to dedicate myself to reading a chapter of a book every night. I finished Ecclesiastes first, but now have moved on to a new testament book that speaks much about Jesus; Hebrews. My quest is to know more about Jesus, to think about him more (than my own worries), to be able to think more like him, and perhaps so that I might know more about myself and what His plan is for my life. And as I read more into Jesus's life, I wonder just how radically different his culture and life is from the culture I live in.
For example, If I were hungry and wanted something to eat, here's what I, or many other Americans would do: Go to the grocery store, buy prepared food (such as a hotpocket/heat and eat meal), drive back to my home in my car, pop it into my microwave, sit at my table, eat it with silverware on a ceramic plate, then, probably after I'm full, put the dishes into my dishwasher, then go sit on my plush couch and watch tv.
And in the lifetime of Jesus...How many of these things did he not have? (Hint...everything in italics). If he was hungry, the simplest meal he might could have had was picking a piece of fruit from a tree (unwashed and untreated most likely) and eating it with his hands. It took a lot of work just to make a loaf of bread in his day, and if a person wanted meat...There would have to be killing, and other details that went into it.
But I ponder over things like that to say this...What is my world missing? What am I missing being so "disconnected" from having to provide completely by my own hands? I can imagine that in Jesus's day, he was probably well associated with dirt. That society didn't have paved roads, carpet, or hardly today's version of running water. Jesus's feet were probably certainly covered with dirt on a daily basis, while in my world, I rarely get my hands dirty from touching the ground, and it's a "bad day" to say the least if I get my shoes completely muddy or step in dog poop.
Even the basic things...there are so many things we take for granted in our modern world...I rarely meet a person that would readily come up to me and tell me that they're waiting for a savior like back in the days when Jesus was born. That society was desperate for someone to come and change their lives; it was what had been preached to their families, to their families' families. Ever wonder why Jesus hadn't been born in America during this time?
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