Jesus Christ is not some wimpy surfer dude
In the spirit of full disclosure, I’m one of those Latin Mass-only renegades that Father Too-hip and Sister Mary Polyester warned you about.
With that said, I must ask: When did Jesus become such a wimp?
Allow me to go a bit further, when did Christianity become so wimpy? When did The Savior become the world’s first great social worker?
And I don’t mean the artistic portraits of Christ as some kind of anorexic 16 year old, narrow shouldered little girl with a beard? That’s been going on way before Vatican II.
No, I’m referring to this theological Novocaine that pushes the agenda of Jesus being a cross between The Dude from The Big Lebowski, and some soft-spoken and equally smelly hipster with a butterfly tattoo on His ankle.