"Exponential" is a fun word to say but I wish I didn't have to use it to describe the rate at which time flies. "Blogging" is a really fun word as well. Go ahead and say it; "Blogging". There's just something about the b with the l and the gg in the middle that makes me feel as if I'm spitting and choking at the same time and yet enjoying it. Along with a gazillion other people, I enjoy blogging – not just saying the word.
But there are three personal impediments to blogging:
1. The exponential rate at which time flies past me, stampeding my to-do lists.
2. The nagging feeling that it really just boils down to a self-centered pursuit.
"Read what I think"
"Look what I did"
3. A growing disdain for Facebook, the only avenue of marketing no-name amateurs such as myself.
Putting all that aside…
I have an inspiration to write a series of blogs called: "If I were…"
These will be meditations on interactions with Jesus in the Gospels.
Trying to use my imagination as if I were the Biblical character with Jesus is even more fun than blogging. My hope is that I will get better at it as we go and I hope anyone who bothers with this blog, will try it for themselves. After all, Jesus isn't just a word…He is THE WORD. He isn't just a product of imagination. He is real.
Ignatius of Loyola encouraged his students to read about Jesus with imagination. And in so doing, meet Him in a new way.
"Scripture is living. It's meant to take root, growing and flowering in the heart and mind. Don't just know what the story says; know how it feels…" Recapturing the Wonder, Mike Cosper.
What if it were you catching the fish, receiving your sight, or watching Jesus die?
I'm beginning with the first to testify to the reality of Jesus, John the Baptist.

Screen Shot 2018-09-26 at 10.43.43 AMIf I were John the Baptist…
I stood, waist-high, in lotus colored waters calling to my people “Turn back to God! Come back to a relationship with Him. Live honest, generous lives–characteristic of God Himself! Our moment of liberation is here! Our advocate is close by and ready to fight for us. Get ready to join Him in the battle!”.
Every day I searched their desperate eyes and challenged them to humble themselves, daring them to continue in hope for God to make good on His promises.
My own heart dangled in desperation with them, but I was not going to just sit around. I don’t remember a time that I wasn’t dreaming of helping God’s people prepare for their Messiah. My mother loved to tell me about a confidence she had that my cousin, Jesus, was the One. So I had waited and watched Him with growing urgency. My people should not, could not continue on in abuse and faithlessness, weak in every way.
And this is where I stood and what I was thinking the day He came to me.
Down the bank as rocks tumbled, Jesus came to me.
Into the rivers of baptism, he came to me.
And everything in me repelled the thought of His obvious intention.
I am a man of authority myself…I am “the baptizer”. But in that moment my need of Him was overwhelming; how could I not protest?
I stared at the face of my cousin and felt my whole life gather itself up into a drop that fell and joined the cool swirls around us.
“John, you must allow what I am asking of you… this gathering of God and man…the reign of His life in yours and all these ones around us, now!”
His leanness filled my arms.
His face dropped beneath, obscured.
Then up He came. Light ripped and slipped from heaven, resting on His shoulder and with it an eerie silence gave way to a voice “This is my beloved son, with whom I am well pleased.”
If I had had any doubts…and if I'm honest, I had–they scattered.
I was holding in my arms everything I needed…but He wasn't just for me; I had to let Him go.
So, I watched Him–
climb the bank, scattering more doubt and more stones as He went.
 
And I threw my voice to the wind…to my followers.”Follow Him!” I heard myself yell, “He is the One–God's own gift, the One I've been trying to tell you about!”
Their eyes turned from mine to His, as the tongues and the waves wagged around me.