nuttin to say

Months go by ... nuttin to say. I either suddenly have a life, or have blogger's cramp (or writer's constipation, etc.). The former is highly unlikely, since I'm sure I would probably be one to know if I got a life ... or maybe my psyche is typing all this remotely?

But then ...

What to do with this Jesus? I can rant and complain all day long (I often do) -- but in the end, I have to deal with him. I am not able to rest with the "really great guy" perspective on a person who apparently claimed to be the creator, and brought people back from the dead. This always seems to turn everything upside-down.