I believe in Jesus Christ, the eternal Son of God, my elder brother, my lord and master.

Jesus is the reason for all seasons.  Not just for holidays like Easter, Christmas, etc.  He’s the reason for all joyful occasions, as well as times of hurt, depression or even anger.  He came to show us how to live, love and die.

He is the perfect son of God.  He is just like his Father — faultless and full of love.  While I struggle with many things in the Bible, I am more ready to accept the teachings of Jesus as recorded in the gospels.  I guess it’s because my heart tells me that they are true.  And they make sense.

I don’t think of Jesus as “another god,” as some Christians would protest to, claiming that Jesus and God are the same person.  The only reason that Jesus directed others to follow him is because he knew that, in so doing, we would be following God.  This was especially important to the Jews of his day, who had a very different image of the Almighty.

Jesus was continually focusing discussions on what his Father wanted from his children.  He taught us how to react and respond to each circumstance.  He gave us parables to show us the truth in earthly examples.  He also showed us how to give proper responses to questions, as well as to accusations.

He constantly reminded his followers that he only did and said what his Father gave him to do and say. He repeatedly established the Father-Son relationship for their (and our) benefit.  He tells me that I am God’s son.  That makes Jesus my brother — my older brother.

What a blessing it is to have a perfect older brother, since I am an only child.  What a privilege for anyone to have an older brother who doesn’t pick on you or put you down as the bratty little brother.

And yet I feel worshipful towards him, and that is at it should be.  He’s my connection to God, even though he has told me that I can talk to my Father directly.  Jesus is master of all that is good, and that makes him my master.  I feel secure with him.  I thank God for him.

It is Jesus’ hand that I look forward to taking, as he leads me to the loving arms of his Father and mine.