Did Jesus Keep a Daily Journal?

August 11, 2009
Dear Fellow Travelers,
Yes, I know that my mind wanders into some strange places, and these are probably two of them, but have you ever wondered if Jesus kept a daily journal? Have you ever wondered why one of the books of the New Testament is not named “The Gospel According to Jesus?” To be sure, Paul was a good man, and what he wrote was inspired by the Holy Spirit, but I really wish Jesus could have slipped His own book into the Bible; it could have been “Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, and Jesus.” I’m betting it would have been read quite frequently and with much interest. I think He missed a good opportunity!
About His daily journal: What do you think are some of the things He would have written. I really do wonder about this! Do you think he would have been honest, or would He like, most of us, have been afraid that someone would find the journal, read it and publish their findings in the Jerusalem Daily Gossip? Oh, I know that most of you are scolding me for even suggesting that He might not have written the honest truth, but I don’t care, and I don’t because I believe there were some things that He wanted to keep to Himself. Anyway, I thought I would share some of the things I think He would have written in His journal, as I think His entries would surprise us.
4 Nisan: It is hot today, much too hot for me to be walking these dusty streets! How well I remember living with my Father in my other life; it was much better than this and much cooler. Thank goodness, I will be returning—soon!
5 Nisan: These Pharisees are driving me crazy with their self-righteous bigotry; truth is, I would much rather minister to the gluttons and drunks, at least they aren’t hypocritical! I had lunch with a young couple today; I hope her cooking improves; otherwise, her husband will be finding excuses to eat with his mama!
6 Nisan: I know I hand-picked Peter, so I can’t blame anyone but myself, but he embarrassed the daylights out of me today, as I watched him try to cast a demon out of some poor sap. I am afraid the sap is worse now, than before. Maybe Peter should spend more time fishing.
7 Nisan: The Spring flowers are really beautiful this year; I think I will pick some and leave them on Mary Magdalene’s doorsteps (I am really glad that Peter wasn’t available to cast out her demons!).
8 Nisan: Today I had lunch with a couple of drunks; the food wasn’t much, but the fellowship was some of the best. They were so honest, so open, and so hungry for truth, so much so that I called ahead to make reservations for them in my Father’s House. About 3:00 the news had spread and I was, immediately, labeled a winebibber and a glutton; I am certain that I will make the headlines tomorrow.
9 Nisan: It is as hot as Hell today, well not quite, but hot nonetheless, so I decided to take a dip in the Sea of Galilee, which proved to be a mistake. I had no sooner entered the water, when some women’s group, who were visiting the area, decided to take a dip, as well. They had not seen me, so they were stripping down to their undergarments and having a blast. I couldn’t believe my eyes, when that group of Pharisees showed up, as if they had been hiding in the shadows, waiting for the kill. I know for certain that I will make the headlines tomorrow—no doubt about it—and I already know how they will read: “Self Proclaimed Priest Enjoying Mixed Bathing!”
10 Nisan: Today, I stumbled upon a blind man, one who had been blind all of his life, and he was on up in age. I introduced myself to him, pretending to be a stranger from Capernaum, and asked him, if I could do anything for him. He didn’t want much, just to have his sight restored, but he had no idea that I could manage that for him. I squeezed a bit of juice from cactus plant and rubbed it on his eyes, then I asked him to slowly open his eyes, and when he did, the folks in Capernaum heard him shout, and that is the truth. I really enjoyed doing that for him; in fact, I called on ahead and made reservations for him in my Father’s House.
11 Nisan: In just a few days, I will be making my way to Golgotha. In some ways, I can hardly wait; in others ways, I could wait a long time. I know this is why I left my Father’s House, and I really want to accomplish His purpose for me; I just hope He knows what He is doing. Some will think I have an ace in the hole” but they don’t know what they are talking about. If my Father doesn’t come through, as He promised, I will be in one huge mess.
Go ahead and condemn me for making such assumptions, if you like. I never have been afraid to color outside the lines, anyway; in fact, I rather enjoy it. To be sure, Jesus colored outside the lines every time and all the time, and He, too, was condemned for it. I know He enjoyed it!
It would probably be good for you to relax a bit and do a little coloring outside the lines yourself. You might just be surprised at your creativity!