Or so this back hair sufferer hopes. He went through hormonal changes, maybe acne and mood swings. He sweat. As a result he would, from time to time, stink. He had to deal with headaches and calloused working hands, awkward social situations and existential longings for something greater. He was tempted in the same way as we, yet was without sin.
He wasn’t an Abercrombie and Fitch model with perfect lips and flowing brown hair.
I’m not saying he was butt ugly either.
Just likely average (Isaiah 53:2).
By our current standards he was short. Closer to five foot than six.
He had dark features and dark brown eyes (not blue). He looked more like an Iraqi insurgent than a British supermodel.
He was human. Not super human. Truly human. With all the weird trappings that go along with being encased in this temporary flesh suit. No doubt, he had a dual nature. But it wasn’t a dueling nature. He was all man all the time.
He was never married. And this may sound irreverent. But, in my limited estimation, it wouldn’t have been wrong for him to do so. He would have been the best husband and father in the world. We act like that natural longing for an ideal family life was never a temptation. I find it hard to believe it wasn’t for a man who loved and respected women and children in such a world shaking counter cultural way. Yet he had a mission to bring many fellow sons to glory. And abandoning a wife and kids at the cross wasn’t what this man was about.
So I rejoice in the God who became a man.
An average man.
Who died a death worse than I could ever die. Because there is no greater God than the one who becomes weaker than His servants.
May I likewise become a more humble slave to Him and others.
In Jesus name.