Personal Narrative: The Messiah's Death

It is possible to write on the life of Jesus from the information gathered from the bible. I will be dividing my essay into three parts. In the first part of the paper, I will talk about the nature of the gospels, John’s views vs. the Synoptic, discuss if the authors of the gospels are eyewitnesses and how they used written sources. Also I will talk about the Q source. Then I will elaborate on the topic of how Matthew and Luke were similar. Then I will continue on by discussing how the Old Testament uses Moses, Samuel and Elijah to interpret Jesus, and finally whether or not the Sermon on the Mount happened. In the second part of my paper, I will talk about Jesus’s birth and childhood, his miracles, his resurrection, and what Jesus did to cure people, spirits and how they are interpreted to the prophet, magician and the mad man compared to Saul and Elijah. The final part of the paper I will talk about what Jesus talked about as regards to the Kingdom of God vs. the Kingdom of the Romans and what he intended by speaking of the end of the world. I will also speak of the reasons behind the Romans executing him. My sources for this paper will be the New Jerusalem Bible Readers edition as my primary source and lecture notes from Professor Trumbach.

I will never forget my life before the Red Death took over my town. Before the Red Death overtook most of my town, I had a great fulfilled life. I was married to the lord and we were part of royalty. My day started at dawn. Mass and prayers would be made and I would be served by my maids; this is also the time where my maids would help me get my dress on for the day. After breakfast I had discussions about many of things such as tournaments and poetry. My favorite part of the day was when I got to educate the girls who had been sent to my households. When the morning was over and the afternoon began, my noblewomen duties turned into housewifely duties. My afternoon was spent supervising meals and ensuring that stores were sufficient. I

Two thousand years ago, the birth of Jesus, arguably the most influential man the world has ever seen, altered history forever. Christians know him as the Messiah, the son of God who came to save all of mankind, and for others, he may just be a great teacher and person of history. It is the latter that Reza Aslan attempts to shed an unbiased light on by comparing the Jesus that modern Christians believe in to the Jesus that Aslan believes would have fit into first-century Palestine: a violet revolutionary, dedicated to the eradication of the Roman government in Israel and the deposition of the rich priestly class. Aslan paints a portrayal of Jesus using knowledge of the time period, Scripture that has been taken out of context and misinterpreted, and most of all, the author’s imagination and powerful rhetoric to cover up his faulty argumentation. In his book Zealot: The Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth, Reza Aslan recreates an interesting but purely speculative image of the historical Jesus through exploring the political and social history of first-century Palestine, the life and teachings of Jesus, and the development of early Christianity.

One day there was a disease that killed million of people and It was called the RED DEATH. I was there with Prince Prospero when the disease broke out. My family died of the disease so he brought me in the the abbey and thousand other people. I walked in and I saw seven room in a wallway.

The remorse grey morning awaited. I never knew one person could have such an impact on my life, as well as everyone else’s lives. I always thought everything was just a beautiful fantasy land where everything was perfect. Waterfall coming out of everyone's eyes filled my imagination of what one man can do to a crowd. I asked myself one question, “Why him, why does it have to be him”. The emotions, pouring out of meand I knew the fall of 2006 was gonna be bad.

Two years ago I would never have thought that he would be dead now and that she would be happily smitten by somebody else.

I’ve always wondered what death feels like, finally coming to the point in your life where everything stops. Is it just a sudden silence? What does death taste like, what does it look like? People say that you can have a near-death experience, but I sure as hell haven’t ever had one. None of that “Life flashes before your eyes” B.S. I mean sure, I’ve had a few bumps and bruises, and a couple times I’ve come home anything but sober. I’ve never really come close to dying or death in general, well not until that day in the woods.

Have you ever felt so helpless to help someone? you would give anything to take away their pain and help them get better? 05/11/15, the day my brother died. Four-o’clock Was when my life really started going downhill. My mother left to take my sisters to violin lessons and I stayed home with Luke and Nicholas. I started making lunch for the boys with Nicholas's help, he was peeling eggs while I was washing them in the sink. Nicholas dropped an egg yolk and it went rolling across the floor right to Luke’s feet, where it was promptly picked up as he stuffed it in his mouth, I heard strange noises and turned around to see what looked like Luke throwing-up, but he wasn’t. When I realized he was choking I was scared, but not as scared as I was when

I don't know what to answer when faced with the question of whether or not I believe in the afterlife. To be quite frank, I don't have a definite answer to give, as I find myself constantly turning those same type of questions over and over in my mind. What would it be like to die? Which way would I choose to go? What happens after? Day after day I hear the murmur of the questions in the back of my mind; pushing back the answers I might face, too scared to deal with what my mind might come up with. Honestly, I hope there is no afterlife. Add all of that to the fact that I have never been a very open person to begin with, when anyone would touch on the subject I would normally just end up saying something the other person would want to hear, particularly when it came to family.

I spent from kindergarten to eighth grade at a Catholic school. I learned about both the Bible and the Catholic faith and never saw them at odds with each other. After eighth grade I attended Wayne Christian. I was shocked at how uneducated these Christians were on their fellow believers, claiming that the Catholics were not Christians. I try to dispel their ignorance with education such as explaining the Catholic perspective on Saint Mary, sainthood, and certain rites of the Church. Day after day I corrected them on Catholic beliefs, me against a whole school of people. I eventually had to leave the school because the people were to set in their ways. That is when I challenge something that outraged me.

The holograms should’ve warned us to take a deep breath. Close our eyes. Then again, the holograms should’ve done a lot of things. Like told the truth.

I read furiously through the rest of the day and that night. Learning everything from Israeli conscription, officer corps structure, past and current technologies, and the Israeli learning model from high school through adulthood. Israel, after the Six-Day War changed their strategic path to ensure success in the future, i.e. the survival of Israel depended on it. The city of Jerusalem and the religious significants went hand-in-hand with security and protection of all Jewish people. By the end of the night, I had produced four slides on ten key Israeli areas of importance. My confidence level had risen to an acceptable level to brief the next morning.

I was just going along with my owner to the town to get some supplies. I was tied up in the town because I was going to help carry some of the stuff back to our house. My colt was right next to me. But then there was younger men that came and just untied me and my colt from where we where tied. I am thinking no what is he doing. He just can’t steal us like what is is going to do. So I can of went crazy and was trying to make a lot of noise so then my owner would come out and see what was going on. But he did come out and Just lookout of the door and asked them what are you guys doing with my donkeys. The two men said,” The Lord needs them, and he will send them right away”. My owner just said ok and the two men untied us and started

Have you ever heard of the story of how Jesus from a wiseman's perspective. Well I am a wiseman and I can tell you about it. I wasn't there when Jesus was born ,but I can tell you about the journey. I can't tell you exactly how it happened but I can tell you about it. When the wiseman went to Herod and told him about the the baby that was born and his name was Jesus. He sent the wisemen to go to the baby but he mad that the baby was said to be more powerful and that he was the messiah then him so he sent his guards to kill every jewish baby under the age of two.

'Twas the night before the rapture, all was quiet and still. That the Father gave the order, to go get Sara and Bill; Their things were all ready and packed with much care, In hopes that Jesus the Savior soon would be there; Their children were nestled all tucked in their beds; While visions of Jesus danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'chair, and I in my cap, I took out my bible and laid it on my lap, When I saw through the window, just a small star appear I sprang from my chair to see what was so near. Away to the window, I took such a dash, I was faster than superman the hero called flash.