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My Tiny Jesus


In a blog on "BitemyBible", a site which monitors Biblical references in modern media, there was reference today to the "My Tiny Jesus" site, where "absolutely anyone can put their words into the mouth of the Saviour."

The thing is, we've been doing that for years... Now we've just found a technological way of doing it! It brought to mind the book by Martin Wroe et al "101 Things Jesus Never Said" which included such statements as "Blessed are the tee-totallers," "If there is one thing I can't stand it's adultery" and "Time's a great healer". Its a shame its not still in print... we could add another 101 or more!

The figure of Jesus they use on the site seems to be another version of the Jesus Action Figure portrayed here, which I have, still in mint condition in its plastic packaging sitting on my study shelf... An appropriate place to keep him. Where he can't get damaged. Along with multiple copies of the Bible... They're safer on the shelf too... Safer for them and for me...
Half a century ago J.B. Philips famously wrote the book, also sadly out of print, entitled "Your God is too Small..." I don't think that he's got any bigger over the years. Certainly my Jesus is tiny... Certainly in comparison to the cosmic Christ described in Colossians 1.
"He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together. And he is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything he might have the supremacy. For God was pleased to have all his fulness dwell in him, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross."
Colossians 1:15-20 (ANIV)

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