Questions for those who know Jesus

[Bootless]

It makes sense to me when I take certain messaging of Jesus in the spiritual sense, not the physical or earthly sense.

Many scholars have concluded that Jesus was an apocalyptic preacher. As such, he was expecting a soon ending of his current age, and the ushering in of a New Age. Like a return to paradise or such. That's where I think he had ideas about abandoning one's family came from, a "this is it" mentality, like don't let your stubborn lost family members keep you out of your own personal chance at paradise.

I'm afraid I don't quite see anything to take spiritually from that. But then I'm Worldly minded rather than spiritually minded. I don't view Worldly as a pejorative.

Does that make sense?

One of the sources of inspiration for this thread came from a video that I watched by Britt Hartley of No Nonsense Spirituality channel.
What Patriarchy Has STOLEN From Woman's Spirituality
I highly recommend it.

[BeTheGoddess]

Go there feel the energy and stop the philosophical pissing contest.

Im not a christian, but I have been dragged around by my "grail hunter" father as a kid. The Church of the Holy Sepulture has had the most "energy" from every place I have been to.

No stain glass, it has carved crosses in the masonry to let the light in--yeah you know.

[Bootless]

Go there feel the energy and stop the philosophical pissing contest.

Im not a christian, but I have been dragged around by my "grail hunter" father as a kid. The Church of the Holy Sepulture has had the most "energy" from every place I have been to.

No stain glass, it has carved crosses in the masonry to let the light in--yeah you know.

So if you are speaking of the Numinous, I think that I should leave that to Kenneth Grahame to explain.
Notice the word numinous was coined in 1917 and The Wind in the Willows was written in 1908.

"This is the place of my song-dream, the place the music played to me," whispered the Rat, as if in a trance. "Here, in this holy place, here if anywhere, surely we shall find Him!"
 
Then suddenly the Mole felt a great Awe fall upon him, an awe that turned his muscles to water, bowed his head, and rooted his feet to the ground. It was no panic terror—indeed he felt wonderfully at peace and happy—but it was an awe that smote and held him and, without seeing, he knew it could only mean that some august Presence was very, very near. With difficulty he turned to look for his friend, and saw him at his side, cowed, stricken, and trembling violently. And still there was utter silence in the populous bird-haunted branches around them; and still the light grew and grew.
 
Perhaps he would never have dared to raise his eyes, but that, though the piping was now hushed, the call and the summons seemed still dominant and imperious. He might not refuse, were Death himself waiting to strike him instantly, once he had looked with mortal eye on things rightly kept hidden. Trembling he obeyed, and raised his humble head; and then, in that utter clearness of the imminent dawn, while Nature, flushed with fulness of incredible colour, seemed to hold her breath for the event, he looked in the very eyes of the Friend and Helper; saw the backward sweep of the curved horns, gleaming in the growing daylight; saw the stern, hooked nose between the kindly eyes that were looking down on them humorously, while the bearded mouth broke into a half-smile at the corners; saw the rippling muscles on the arm that lay across the broad chest, the long supple hand still holding the pan-pipes only just fallen away from the parted lips; saw the splendid curves of the shaggy limbs disposed in majestic ease on the sward; saw, last of all, nestling between his very hooves, sleeping soundly in entire peace and contentment, the little, round, podgy, childish form of the baby otter. All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.
 
"Rat!" he found breath to whisper, shaking. "Are you afraid?"
 
"Afraid?" murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. "Afraid! Of Him? O, never, never! And yet—and yet—O, Mole, I am afraid!"
 
Then the two animals, crouching to the earth, bowed their heads and did worship.
 
Sudden and magnificent, the sun's broad golden disc showed itself over the horizon facing them; and the first rays, shooting across the level water-meadows, took the animals full in the eyes and dazzled them. When they were able to look once more, the Vision had vanished, and the air was full of the carol of birds that hailed the dawn.
 
As they stared blankly, in dumb misery deepening as they slowly realised all they had seen and all they had lost, a capricious little breeze, dancing up from the surface of the water, tossed the aspens, shook the dewy roses, and blew lightly and caressingly in their faces; and with its soft touch came instant oblivion. For this is the last best gift that the kindly demi-god is careful to bestow on those to whom he has revealed himself in their helping: the gift of forgetfulness. Lest the awful remembrance should remain and grow, and overshadow mirth and pleasure, and the great haunting memory should spoil all the after-lives of little animals helped out of difficulties, in order that they should be happy and light-hearted as before.

Mole rubbed his eyes and stared at Rat, who was looking about him in a puzzled sort of way. "I beg your pardon; what did you say, Rat?" he asked.
 
"I think I was only remarking," said Rat slowly, "that this was the right sort of place, and that here, if anywhere, we should find him. And look! Why, there he is, the little fellow!" And with a cry of delight he ran towards the slumbering Portly.
 
But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, and can recapture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty of it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties; so Mole, after struggling with his memory for a brief space, shook his head sadly and followed the Rat.

VII. THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN

[quintessentone]

Many scholars have concluded that Jesus was an apocalyptic preacher. As such, he was expecting a soon ending of his current age, and the ushering in of a New Age. Like a return to paradise or such. That's where I think he had ideas about abandoning one's family came from, a "this is it" mentality, like don't let your stubborn lost family members keep you out of your own personal chance at paradise.

I'm afraid I don't quite see anything to take spiritually from that. But then I'm Worldly minded rather than spiritually minded. I don't view Worldly as a pejorative.

Does that make sense?

One of the sources of inspiration for this thread came from a video that I watched by Britt Hartley of No Nonsense Spirituality channel.
What Patriarchy Has STOLEN From Woman's Spirituality
I highly recommend it.

You and I have a lot to talk about.

But, you gotta be more spiritual if we are going to get any where.

[Bootless]

You and I have a lot to talk about.

Maybe.

But, you gotta be more spiritual if we are going to get any where.

"There are only two things I have to do in this World: be cool and die" John Neely Kennedy, R-Louisiana 6/30/25

What does more spiritual mean?

There is no single, widely agreed-upon definition of spirituality. Surveys of the definition of the term, as used in scholarly research, show a broad range of definitions with limited overlap. A survey of reviews by McCarroll, each dealing with the topic of spirituality, gave twenty-seven explicit definitions among which "there was little agreement". This causes some difficulty in trying to study spirituality systematically; i.e., it impedes both understanding and the capacity to communicate findings in a meaningful fashion.

Wikipedia-Spirituality