Jesus is the definition of Chaotic Good and you can fight me on this
I mean:
- Jesus gets pissed at people selling things in the temple, so he flips tables, whips them, and chases them out.
- Jesus decides to take a nap in a boat during a deadly storm, despite having the power to stop the storm.
- Jesus gets pissed at a fruit tree, so he curses it. rip tree.
- So he rose from the dead… and then the moment people figured out who he was, he would disappear.
- This guy approached Jesus and Jesus decided that this dude’s name was irrelevant and renamed him Cephas… then left.
- The party was dry, Mary was complaining, so Jesus turned water into wine
Tag: christianity
so I’ve always sort of liked the idea that within the communion of saints there the Heavy Hitters, the Career Saints who are invoked widely and in situations of grave need—I’m talking your Catherines and Francises and Theresas, the Twelve Disciples and Michael; the Big Time Major League saints who intercede on behalf of so many, and so are always in conversation with the divine, case managers for the sick and dying and hurting and faithful of the world.
but that also means that there’s a bunch of saints hanging around who are just—minor holy women, lesser martyrs, incidental virgins, doctors of the church who never managed to find a publisher. They’re not prayed to very often, and rarely called on to manage the difficult cases; they have a lot of free time.
so what do you do, if you’re a saint with some free time on your hands? You answer all the not-quite-prayers, the “jesus, don’t turn red don’t turn red’ muttered by cab drivers and the “christ, can you just try it to see this from my point of view?” spat out by a furious girlfriend and all the “oh god please let me make this meeting in time” “please don’t let me fail” “I’m so tired I hope I can get home”
or maybe I just like the idea that every time you mutter “god, let me be okay” there’s some girl killed in 9th century for refusing to marry who falls into step beside you—and though no book or chronicle or living person remembers her name, she squints up at you and says with holy authority, “yeah, you’re going to be fine.”