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I pre-ordered Mark Driscoll's newest book a couple months back. It's called 'Vintage Jesus' - a signed copy too, at that. For my enthusiasm, I got rewarded with an advance electronic PDF copy of the book a day before Christmas Day.

It's basically Driscoll's sermon series of the same name that he delivered at his church. So far I'm roughly 40 pages into this 258 book, and there's enough sound-bites to satisfy a quote-hungry blogger.

He opens Chapter Two (How Human was Jesus? - the answer being 'as much as you and me') with

    Jesus was a dude. Like my drywaller dad, he was a construction worker who swung a hammer for a living...[He] did not look like so many of the drag-queen Jesus images that portray him with long, flowing, feathered hair, perfect teeth, and soft skin, draped in a comfortable dress accessorized by matching open-toed sandals and handbag...No, Jesus was not the kind of person who, if walking by you on the street, would require you to look for an Adam’s apple to determine the gender.

In keeping with the Yuletide season, he writes that

    Some Christian worship songs have also tended to lean toward a denial of the full humanity of Jesus. For example, there is a well-known hymn about Jesus as a baby that says, “no crying he makes,” as if Jesus were not truly a human child that would cry to notify his mother when he was hungry, wet, or had an upset stomach.

If that isn't edgy enough for you, he immediately says that

    the Orthodox and Catholic baby Jesus pictures are simply freakish, with him looking like a Mini-Me complete with a halo. Honestly, if I had a kid like that I would sleep with one eye open.

I think he has in mind such pictures as this.

But by no means is the book a lame and lurid attempt at humour by a pastor - that happens a little too often every Sunday across the world. It is a concise Christology that shows simply what the Bible says about Jesus, but with a holier-than-thou sense of humour that knows that the sin of being too serious is only second to blasphemy against the Holy Spirit.

In fact, Driscoll is convinced that

    the apparent boring dourness of Jesus, the school wallflower who never got the punch line of any joke because he was too busy memorizing Lamentations while Herod’s kids gave him wedgies, is precisely the cause of so many people thinking that going to church and going to the dentist are virtually synonymous.

Let's all agree, shall we? The best learners are happy ones, and the best way to create happiness in others is to make them laugh. I think Jesus did that a lot.

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