The Big Mishmash from “The Adventures of the Teen Jesus”
Those heavy footfalls spoke to Jesus. They spoke of difficulties. Of things not being so simple. He took that heaviness with him and was still immersed in the resulting feelings when next he came to the customary place where he and Abba conversed.
“When you can see it all as a big mishmash, you will relax.” Abba said.
“What is a big mishmash?” said Jesus, with no particular expression. He did not know what expression made sense.
“What reality looks like to whoever is looking at it,” Abba replied. “Jesus, do you understand what all this is?”
“Excellent. It is a big mishmash.”
“Is this what I say when I get out there and want people to repent and be just and stop being hypocritical? Is life a big mishmash?”
“I didn’t say that,” Abba answered. “I am trying to tell you something about all these things we have been examining and rolling over in our conversations. About the futility of getting anything fixed or perfect or absolutely right. The big mishmash is the correct perspective when we look at anything. I am not suggesting that you tell people this. It will upset those for whom order is understood to be identical with their view of things.”
“You mean that everything is a mix.”
“Bingo? Abba, we are not very one today.”
Abba laughed for the second day in a row.
“Ah, you poor fellow,” he said.
“Love, Jesus” Abba answered. “Do you know what love is?”
“I think so.”
“I’m not sure you do.”
“What if I said love is a big, inexplicable mishmash?”
“I would listen and say, ‘Go on, please’.”
“I will,” Abba replied. “Think about this, Jesus. Beyond the most unyielding Caleb, the most cruel monarch, the most beaten-down stranger, lying by the road, among everyone, there is cause for love. And do you know about me? Jesus. Do you know why I am me?”
“Mishmash, Jesus, love. Relax!”
Jesus sighed. More than a sigh. An expulsion of breath. Exasperation.
“Jesus, one of these days you, Jesus of Nazareth, will fall in love.”
“What do you mean?”
“You will be seized by feelings that come from the very earth you walk on and go up to the highest heaven you can imagine.”
“Do you mean what I think you mean?”
“Yes and no,” Abba replied. “It is bigger than those feelings you get when you are attracted to someone. It comes to perfuse, drench and embrace every sense you have. Mishmash, Jesus. Mishmash.”
“Is this about judging?”
“Of course. About not judging. Yes.”
“Yes. Mishmash,” Jesus said.
Later, walking home, Jesus felt peaceful. He wondered. He had not told Abba about what was going on. But it was clear Abba knew. That Rachel he had spoken of, the neighborhood girl, there was something about her. He had been unable to get her off of his mind.
Stephen C. Rose is the propounder of Triadic Philosophy and the author of numerous works supporting his thought. He writes daily on Medium and his books are available on Kindle . Twitter is the center of his activities online.