A Blogger's Tale...Jesus, the Super Star!

 

 

I was talking about my blog to one of my co-workers the other day and she asked me why I talk about my faith so much on the blog. My faith is one of the reasons I set up my blog I replied. I wanted an avenue where I can share or talk about things that matter most to me in life and God, my family and fashion are those things I reiterated. I understand she responded but what if you set up a different blog and just dedicate it to your faith?

 

Then I understood her discomfort. She is one of those people who feel that faith and fashion do not mix. Just talk about fashion and leave God out of it. And so, the tale I am about to tell is specifically for anyone who has such opinion and the title of my tale is;

 

Jesus- The Super Star. (Fiction)

 

 

As the sun went down, Jesus continued to share God's word to his disciples and some men came up to him and said. "Master, Master, have you heard of a certain blogger who claims to be your follower and claims to blog about the Kingdom of God but talks more about clothes and other fancy things?"
Jesus continued to share God's word with his disciples and when he saw that they persisted with their question, he looked up at them and asked.

"Is this certain blogger Beauty of Beautysworld?" They all nodded in unison. "Yes, Master, that is her. why would she proclaim to be your follower and yet indulges in the things of the world-blogging about fashion?"

Then Jesus looked at them and touched his robes. "Do you see these purple robes I have on?" "Oh yes we do..."they replied again in unison. They eyed the robes with envy. It was splendid and sparkled under the rays of the setting sun. The thread was of great quality and one of the men was tempted to ask where the Master got such quality garment. They knew he was just  a carpenter and yet he dressed so well.

It is not important where I got the garment Jesus replied but what is important is that "when I get crucified, Men will cast lots to get a piece of this garment." They were astonished at the master's response and they knew he was done with them because he started to talk again to his disciples.

"So, is the master saying that it is okay to talk about God and fashion at the same time? they wondered. Where did he get such expensive and handsome robes anyway?"

Well, Jesus got crucified days later and the same men fought to have a piece of his garment. They did not care much about the Master but they wanted a piece of his garment. They knew he was always so handsome and perfect in his array and his disciples though fishermen always looked so good too.

"Maybe, we can't separate fashion from religion they concluded. Master was right."

If you are familiar with the bible, you will know that though my tale is totally made up, however, it is actually true that Men cast lots to have a piece  of Jesus Christ's garment after he was crucified.
Matthew 27: 35
John 19: 23-24

My Jesus was handsome; he was cute, he was cool. He was perfect in all his ways. If Jesus had education in his time, he would have been a honors student. If there had been technology in his time, he would have been a blogger blogging about the Kingdom of Heaven. Jesus was a Super Star! And that is why I love him!! I am glad he came from heaven to die for my sins and make me clean. I am glad he gave me grace and liberty to serve God and above all, I'm glad that he gives me the strength and ability to do all that I do.

Do you want to be a friend of my Jesus today? Do you want to love him as I do and do you want him to love you in return? He is the way, the truth and life. John. 14: 6
All you need to do is to say a prayer and let him in into your heart and devote your life to please him. HAVE A WONDERFUL EASTER CELEBRATION. JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON.

leather jacket; Old
leather skirt: Old Navy
Tights: Tj Maxx
Boots: Colin Stuart via Victoriassecret
Handbag: Aldo

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