This is blasphemy, I thought. My four-year-old son had taken his World Wrestling Entertainment action figure and had tied him on a wooden cross creating a National Endowment for the Arts version of a crucifix.
This “Jesus” had muscles on top of muscles, pecs the size of couch cushions; black, curly hair; and a Coppertone tan. This was not the cardboard cut-out Jesus from Sunday school class or from the stereotype from the movies.
Most Hollywood portrayals of “Jesus” look like he stepped off the cover of a romance best-seller—blow-dried auburn hair with blonde highlights, immaculately manicured nails, a pure white robe, and of course, heavenly good looks.
But wait, maybe Paul’s “action-figure Jesus” is closer to the original. [Continue reading]