søndag den 28. oktober 2012

Teenage Jesus




21 figures in a four-colour offset print 
designed by Ehrhorn-Hummerston
with texts by Tom Morton and Helmut A. Müller (in english) 
Paperback, 56 pages, 27x22,4 cm, 
edition of 500
Lubok Verlag



3.1: Describe the key events in the life of Jesus Christ, and their significance to the Christian Faith

45 minutes. Extra test time is available to eligible students under the US Individuals with Disabilities Education Act (IDEA), 2004

First off, Dr./ Mr./ Mrs./ Ms. or Miss Examiner, I’ve got to tell you that question 3.1 on the test is way confusing, and whoever it was at the Wyoming Department of Education who dreamt it up needs to seriously rethink his/her vocation, and possibly his/her broader Lebensplan. Leaving aside the whole business of whether there ever really was a man or perhaps more precisely some kind of combi man/god who corresponded to the figure of ‘Jesus Christ’ as described in the canonical Gospels (which, as you’ll know, are in any case not exactly a model of biographical consistency), and forgetting the profound difficulties involved in identifying a single ‘Christian Faith’ (I’m guessing the questioner is referring to the beliefs associated with American Mainline Protestantism, rather than, say, the Catechetical School of Alexandria), we’re still left with a problem. Videlicet: the Bible tells us absolutely nothing about Our Lord’s life between the ages of 12 and 30. That’s 18 years, well over 50% of the period Jesus spent on Planet Earth, and plenty of time for all sorts of ‘key events’ to take place. I don’t know about you, Dr./ Mr./ Mrs./ Ms./ or Miss Examiner, but this is what my Dad would call a major gap in the record.


Now, the Wyoming D of E will have issued you with some kind of grading scheme, where the idea is that you go through each student’s paper awarding them ‘X’ out of ‘Y’ possible points for glossing the importance of Christ’s birth, baptism, ministry, miracles, betrayal, trial, crucifixion, resurrection etc., and then maybe a few discretionary points on top if they exhibit extra zip or dash or flair. I’d like to propose a deal. This is a statewide test, sat by nearly every Freshman kid in the Public School System, so this probably isn’t the first paper you’ve read today, perhaps not even the twenty-first or thirty-first, and I’m pretty sure that by this point you’ve become a bit bored with the whole shebang. (I don’t mean to impugn your undoubted professionalism, but seriously I’ve seen my Dad grade his College students’ history exams, and by about the fourth or fifth manuscript he’s hollering for my Step Mom to bring him an Advil and a second glass of scotch). It should be obvious from my actually-sort-of-regrettable showboating in para.1 that I am, in fact, perfectly capable of answering the test question in the spirit it was intended, and it should be equally obvious by this point in para.2 that’s not something I’m planning to do. You’ll appreciate I’m writing against the clock, here (time elapsed thus far: 00.07.19.23, and there’s no way I’m gonna use the extra 15 mins I’m apparently entitled to under IDEA legislation as a ‘minor with a certified History of Serious Emotional Disturbance’), so I’ll just come straight out with it. According to any imaginable Dept. of Ed. grading scheme, this paper is a catastrophic Fail. According to any sane metric of the intellectual abilities of a 14 year-old kid from Whogivesashitsville WY, it is, as you’ll see, an A +++++, with a nice long vinculum over those plus signs. You can stop reading now, give me an F, and nobody will be able to say you haven’t done your job. If you carry on reading, though, we’ll have entered into a covenant, in which you agree to grade me according to a Higher Truth. Deal? Deal.


So, Dr. /Mr./ Mrs./ Ms. or Miss Examiner, I want you to imagine that it’s the year 393 AD, and we’re at the Synod of Hippo in what’s now the city of Annaba, Algeria, and the Bishops of the Early Church have gathered together to settle once and for all the question of which of the Holy Scriptures will make it into the New Testament. Now, we can’t know for sure, but it’s likely that one of the texts that came up for discussion was the Gospel of Thomas, which in contrast to the G’s of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John doesn’t present Jesus as a Lord, or a King, or even really as the Son of God, but rather as the very fabric of the universe itself: ‘I am the light that shines over all things. I am everything. From me all came forth, and to me all return. Split a piece of wood, and I am there. Lift a stone, and you will find me there’. (I might be paraphrasing, stuck as I am in this room without my books, laptop, phone, or even a decent pen, but the meaning should be clear enough: both Ex uno plures and E pluribus unum).

The G of T, of course, didn’t survive the Synod’s editing process, and its author receives a kinda lousy press in the canonical Gospels – you prob. know him as ‘Doubting Thomas’ from John 20:24-29 or thereabouts, where he gets all snarky about the resurrection, and says he won’t believe that Christ has risen until he’s stuck his fingers in His wounds. So-called Doubting T, though, was actually a Pretty Cool Guy. According to the Acts of Thomas (another Scripture that didn’t make the grade at Hippo, IMHO because it claims its subject was Jesus’ actual, genuine, no-shit identical twin), he was the only Apostle to spread the Good News to India, where he performed all sorts of miracles including bringing this one guy’s wife back to life after the guy had murdered her for being really into sexual intercourse, which was way stupid of the guy as sexual intercourse can be enjoyed as part of a happy, loving marriage. A side note: in the Gospel of Thomas, the Boy Jesus kills some poor Palestinian kid just for bumping into Him. Not with His fists, or a weapon, but with six simple words. JC says: ‘Thou shalt not finish thy course’, and the kid drops down dead. Sheesh, no wonder the Bible features Gospels According to M, M, L and J, but no G According to T.


If you’ve got this far and didn’t simply drop the F-for-Fail Bomb at the end of para.2, you’re prob. thinking huh, OK, fine, this is all very fascinating, but what has it got to do with test question 3.1? I submit to you that if a whole bunch of would-be sacred writings were blackballed in the 4th Century, it’s not beyond the bounds of probability that someplace or other there’s a ‘lost’ or a ‘hidden’ or even a ‘suppressed’ Scripture that tells us exactly what Jesus was doing between the onset of puberty and the moment he hooks up with John the Baptist on the River Jordan’s banks. If such a Scripture were to come to light (and these things do happen, think of the Dead Sea Scrolls, the Nag Hammadi Library etc.), it’s worth thinking about what it might tell us about the Lost Years of Our Lord. One theory is that he basically just sat on his ass in Nazareth for 18 years. Others involve him sailing to England with his Great Uncle Joseph of Arimathea (see for e.g. William Blake’s ‘And did those feet in ancient time…’), or taking a trip to the United States to visit the Native Americans, who at that point were apparently calling themselves the Lamanites (there’s a whole heap of sci-fi stories about this, if you’re into that kind of thing, most of them written by members of the Church of the Latter Day Saints).  My personal favorite theory, though, is that Christ spent his teens and twenties traveling in India, where He studied Buddhism, Hinduism, Jainism etc. etc. etc., all of which were to inform His ministry when He finally set up shop in back in Galilee.


Let’s look at the evidence. That ‘I am everything’ line from the Gospel of Thomas certainly sounds pretty Buddhist to me, then there’s the whole Christ/Krishna same-ish name coincidence/non-coincidence, and an account in the Hindu Puranas of Jesus chilling in the Himalayas, which describes Him as a ‘handsome’ man with ‘copper skin and white garments’, as though He’d stepped right out of that poster at my Real Mom’s Pentecostal Church. Perhaps He went to Kashmir to visit one of the Three Magi or Wise Men (Caspar/ Gaspar/Gathaspar was supposed to have been an Indian dude), kind of like the way I plan to visit my Uncle Robert in San Francisco once I get out of here and  I’m old enough to drive. Furthermore, if we can bring ourselves to accept the whole ‘Jesus Christ and Doubting Thomas were identical Twins’ thing (which means, presumably, that they had the same mother and far more importantly the same freaking father), it makes sense that following JC’s crucifixion DT would head out East, where people were prob. a lot more relaxed than in the supposed ‘Holy Land’ about combi man/gods wandering about the place and offering them spiritual tips. Dr./Mr./Mrs./Ms. or Miss Examiner, I am no conspiracy theorist. I know enough about the Historical Method to know that none of this adds up to proof that Jesus, if there ever was such a person, set foot on Indian soil. But when even my Dad’s number one philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer claims that ‘whatever anyone may say, Christianity has Indian blood in its veins’, it seems to me that we should pay attention. (Personally, I actually prefer F. Nietzsche to A. Schopenhauer, but as Dad says sooner or later I’ll prob. grow out of it, and my Re-Entry Counselor agrees).

OK, so the time elapsed according to my Casio F91W-1 digital wristwatch is now 00.39.24.05, and I still need to make my case for an A+++++ (recurring) grade by actually answering the test question. So here goes: I once asked my Real Mom whether JC is perfect, and if so, was He born that way, or did He learn to be perfect over the course of His life? My RM told me that of course He was, is, and forever will be perfect, and if I didn’t like it I could always go ask my Dad and his new slut wife for a second opinion, seeing as they were both so damned clever, and not like her with only her Faith to light her along her path. It was Dad who showed me the good old G of T, ‘round about the time I became eligible for those extra test minutes owing to my aforementioned History of Serious Emotional D. What I’m getting at here Dr./Mr./Mrs./Ms. or Miss Examiner, is that I believe all of us have some growing to do in our teenage years, and this was as true of Our Lord as it is of you or me. I’m not saying we should take that tale about the Palestinian kid literally or anything (hello, parable alert!), but I think it’s just about possible that JC needed to get away from Nazareth to cool His boots, and to think about the kind of person He wanted to become. India seems to be a pretty good place to do that kind of thing, or at any rate a whole lot better than this room of mine, and so my answer is this: the key event in JC’s life was His timeout in the Himalayas. 00.45.00.00. OK, I’m done.

By Tom Morton

ISBN 978-3-941601-64-2
The publication is released on the occasion of the solo exhibition "Teenage Jesus" at Brenzkirche Stuttgart from September 16 until October 28, 2012.


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