Jesus is my hero. And yet he’s so much more than that.
Some have proposed (even though there are numerous non-scriptural references to him) that he’s a complete fiction, cobbled together from the writings of religious zealots, or loosely based on some obscure, deluded rabbi.
But if that is so, someone needs to explain to me how the most compelling, profound, influential person in history—the only one whose words, character and, yes, presence have been able to utterly transform me – is a lie. So much so that, if he were fictional,
I would still follow him.