Jesus could be kind of a jerk at times. I’m reading Mark, and more times than I can count, when someone asks him a perfectly legitimate question (Jesus, how the hell did you just do that? Jesus, are you your own dad? Jesus, do you happen to know what time of day it is?) he basically snaps at them and rolls his eyes and implies they’re an idiot. Only then does he help them out with an answer. Granted, the poor guy was more overworked and underpaid than a Walmart employee and nobody would leave him the hell alone, so I can understand his annoyance and it’s actually kind of endearing, like watching Archie Bunker tell Edith to shaddap for the thousandth time, but it sure is enlightening to be absorbing a fuller portrait of the all-too-human Jesus the Christ, Son of God, healer of my broken soul. Praise be to the Holy Curmudgeon.