Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ
23.6 x 31.5 in / 60 x 80 cm, acrylic on canvas

They have torn out your thoughts with a sharp barbwire. Your beautiful, red mouth, which only can say love, freedom, goodness and God, they have beaten mute.

Oh Jesus, my hero, so no hero looks like!

You let yourself lead mute to the slaughter house, human among humans. HUMANS? Is who acts in this way still a human?

Has the human beast, that tortures and is pleased, that kills and triumphs, not lost any right to the human-name?

In your eyes I see all the humans slaughtered in public, abused and broken in dark back rooms, skinned and strung to the drums of the mighty.

Had you broken away to India! But you cannot help it. You cannot be a human without drinking fully the bitterness of life.

You Son of God, you exhaled your life in us. What do I understand of my, what of God’s real being without you? Eye and ear cannot know God.

The spirit of the time is ego, drive and money. Your spirit is love, freedom and goodness. Your spirit is the Spirit of God.

Where are you, Jesus? What is your Christ-name against your being?

At the right hand of God? Yes!

Risen in your humans? Yes!

And every leaf in the wind bears your name, every last breath is yours. I can hear your voice in every cry of the tortured creature.

Enlighten us, Lord, that we realize with every fiber of our being our destiny: being you, being a human – God’s image.

Jesus hangs on the cross

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23.6 x 31.5 in / 60 x 80 cm, acrylic on canvas

Jesus hangs on the cross. Unthinkable!

He was accused to be a glutton and a drunkard, because of his joy of life, a friend of tax collectors and prostitutes. No ascetic like John, who lived more badly of honey and locusts in the desert. For many of his contemporaries Jesus was – as we would say today – a punk, who took it easy. And now this! The feast is over. The young, full of life man is betrayed and sold.

What are already 30 years? So it should not have come. A human who wouldn’t even harm a fly and who feels attracted to whom, who are the bottom of society. “Being religious is something else,” so thought the establishment. And “Birds of a feather, flock together”.

But Jesus does not care about his reputation. He does not look at the bad image of a human, but he looks deeper. He knows the humans, see their inner turmoil and their being driven by lust and money, “Listen yet, so you’re not. I see you as God sees you. Turn back from your wrong way. Just as you live you are alienated from yourself and God. No, I don’t condemn you. Do return, God meant you different. “Jesus lives with the outcasts, touches the untouchables and makes them healthy in body and soul.

Jesus, who is one of us, and yet quite different than we are. He is magnanimous, where we are small minded, he is free from himself, because God is his only drive, where we are captured, because drive and money dominate our lives. Jesus, the real human in which God becomes reality, while we have only an inkling, hardly hope, that we are actually quite different than how we live.

But the time of Jesus comes to an end. It was almost too good to be true. Jesus, a foretaste of “heaven on earth”, a moment of the “dawning kingdom of God” is obtained from the practical constraints of society. In the end, the bureaucrats of religion triumph and agitate the mob against Jesus. The mass is manipulable. First they praised the miracle worker Jesus, as he is shown to them by Pilate – no, this way no hero looks – the “Hosanna” quickly becomes to “Crucify him.” Another one is released: Barabbas, a rebel and a murderer – a real man, a winner – so one is wanted by the mob. But Jesus …

Jesus experiences all facets of human life. In Gethsemane he struggles in tears with God, abandoned by his friends, who prefer to sleep. He begs them to stay awake. But it does not help, they do not know what hour has come. They fall asleep again, while their Messiah suffers fear of death. How bitter. His friends leave him alone.

After the tortures of arrest and questioning, he carries the beam of his cross to the place of execution – spat upon, mocked, betrayed and sold out of all. How lonely can a human be?

There is nothing anymore in him, not a glimmer of hope, no faith. “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Even God who was everything for Jesus, seems to have turned away from him. Why God? Why don’t you act? Why don’t you send your angels and take this one human, your son, from the cross? But Jesus does not get any extra treatment. He must taste the bitterness of life to the dregs. Being afraid, to feel abandoned by God, cry, lose face, suffer. On the cross. A human who is at the end. For has he all forgotten what he preached? If even his belief is dieing down? They don’t understand him. They kill him.

But God…


Jesus is risen

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23.6 x 31.5 in / 60 x 80 cm, acrylic on canvas

Jesus is dead. They killed him on the cross. Him, the one human. The women who want to anoint Jesus to pay him the last honour, were only busy with one thing on their way to the tomb: How do we get rolled away the great stone which closes the tomb? Worries. As they get closer they are surprised, the stone is already rolled away.

“5 As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed.

6 “Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him.

7 But go, tell his disciples and Peter, ‘He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.’ ”

8 Trembling and bewildered, the women went out and fled from the tomb. They said nothing to anyone, because they were afraid.” (Mark 16:5-8)

The women experience the unbelievable to the gooseflesh. The people wanted to put an end to Jesus, but God puts an end to death and arouses Jesus from the dead. Since Jesus’ resurrection we can know by faith that the human is more than flesh and blood. Death cannot harm our real identity anymore, for Christ is risen.

Originally the Gospel of Mark ended with “because they were afraid. “But that’s not a nice ending” thought the editors of the Gospel in the 2nd century and they added still other reports of the Risen from the other Gospels. But we just cannot prove the resurrection of Jesus, because it goes beyond our sensory perception. Our hands cannot grasp, our eyes cannot believe what there is happening, for God’s reality shatters our everyday world of experience.

Here Mark is silent, where the other Evangelists seem still want to prove the resurrection of Jesus with many words. Mark is silent and keeps the mystery of Christ.

In view of the resurrection he is like Moses approaching the burning bush, and to whom God speaks:
“Do not come near; take your sandals off your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God. (Ex 3)

When God’s reality breaks into our little everyday lives, when God’s eternity lets the time stand still, fear and trembling enter us – but also great joy.

Christ, You live.
Death is only a gate.
Eternity Your being.
The cross lies like a shadow behind You.
Joy Your garment.
The darkness runs away from You.
Love Your nature.
Christ, You live.