It is Sunday. A day for Christians to reflect upon the day God took a rest during the creation of the universe, especially the World. Jews do this on Saturdays, Muslims on Fridays, I believe although not quite sure it is in the same way. On this day Orthodox Jews shut down their businesses. So do strict Christians.
Some Christians attend church every Sunday or at least on a somewhat regular basis. Catholics used to attend each Sunday but somehow slipped in Saturday. I often wondered if that was done to make way for the other religion that grabs most people’s minds which is the worship of sports.
Writing of sports and religion how can one not admire Sandy Koufax who refused to pitch on his religious holy day. It was, of all times during a critical World Series game. Has any other big star ever done such?
No I’m not suggesting Koufax was the perfect man although he may have thrown a perfect game. I don’t know enough about him to suggest that but I assume he was just another guy with the usual faults and blemishes in his life along with his tremendous talent.
Looking at myself, others I know from personal interactions or readings, it seems to me abundantly clear humanity does not produce a perfect man. Which brings me back to Sunday and Christianity.
Who is it that we commemorate on this say? It is Jesus who was the only perfect man. He was perfect precisely because he was a different type of man. He was in part divine and as such could reach perfection as the son of God.
Those Christian’s who believe in the Trinity – three parts of God: God the father; Jesus, God the son; and the Holy Ghost (I know I’m supposed to use the modern term “Spirit” but refuse to descend to the lowest level of intellect) believe that Jesus was also God. Certainly if anyone who has inhabited a man or women’s body is perfect it is Jesus.
There are others who exist who think they are perfect. They are the poor unfortunate folk whose reasoning has gone asunder who are confined in the institutions for the insane. I visited a friend at the Walter Reed Hospital in DC who had some mental problems (fortunately he got over them quickly) and saw some of those sad cases of perfectly looking people whose minds had betrayed them who thought they were Jesus, the perfect man. It happened to most because of significant trauma that they suffered which corrupted their ability to rationally think and understand.
So imagine my surprise the other day when I happened to see a person who thought he was Jesus out free on the street. Well he was actually in a television studio being interviewed on front of an audience.
He was discussing himself with the host and he said he was talking to a person the other day. That person told him he was the perfect man. He turned to the audience and nodded to indicate that what the person said was true. The host and the audience all clapped enthusiastically.
Was this the Second Coming? Do we have among us the perfect man? At least two men think it is so, the man who told it and the man who believes it and is spreading the Good News.
Here it is:
“THE PRESIDENT: I think I am the probably — a friend of mine said, “You have to be the most perfect person.” Isn’t that true? (Applause.) Think of it.”
Why isn’t he with the other folk who think like that?