The Messiah Complex

Oh how fools appear to be wise using terms and phrases superior to their intellect. I am no messiah nor do I have the capacity for the office. Psychologists have reduced the study of the soul down to the study of the mind and a pea brain at that, leaving them vegetarians of common sense being completely devoid of the meat of their subject of science. Nice little labels are applied to life so it appears to be a game of marbles you can understand. The banker condemns me from his ivory fortress because I was clever enough to enter by lifting the mat and using the key. The government hates that I offended its master and that I dared expose their conflict and propaganda without their permission. Clients sought me out for their own greed, others seeking someone to take responsibility for their apathy. Some think that the 1000 or 1500 they shelled out purchased my soul. Because I was a convict I surely have criminal intent behind my actions. Wouldn’t it b e nice if just the right label made it all make sense? I took on a fiduciary role which created a duty to seek out the best for the beneficiary whether they have the capacity to understand it or not. This duty can be selfless but never approaches messiah. Jesus considered His life a ransom for others, He thought He was perfect, He spoke as one having authority and if martyred would overcome death. You labelers call Him a “good and wise teacher” which is impossible. He was either a nut or who He claimed to be. C.S. Lewis called this the Startling Alternate. I have no capacity to be a messiah, my life having no value over your own. Because I might take honor in my duty can’t even give you a clear moral picture of who I am or what motivates me. I might even delight in your confusion, which might make me as evil as you and precluded from any self-aggrandizement. I am simply doing a job and you don’t know why. Let’s just leave it that way.