This song depresses me. It exhibits how much religion has failed and fallen short of the truth. People think it’s about the Pope and praying to Saints and about rules. Apologies to anyone who abides by these things because it’s not my intention to have a stab at you.

But it’s for anyone to know, everywhere, that the longings and ideas of this song are not new feelings or thoughts. Actually, God felt and thought He should be one of us, a slob like one of us before we knew we needed him to be.

So it was fulfilled. Jesus was human; “a little lower than the angels, a little higher than the animals”. And Jesus was God, sent to show Himself to the rest of us.   

The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling, 
   a scrubby plant in a parched field.
There was nothing attractive about him, 
   nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over, 
   a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away. 
   We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried— 
   our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us. 
(Isaiah 53:10-14, The MSG)

If you’re anything like the rest of the world who helped make Joan Osborne’s song a hit, then this is for you. 

Happy Easter everyone!

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