I think I love Jesus Christ, to some degree. I mean, the dude was pretty good. He saved thousands of lives, provided food for the hungry and hungry, resisted the worst of superhuman forces, and welcomed everyone, regardless of race, religion, or social standing.
I prefer to interpret everything that “God forgives” as it is acceptable to everyone. The reason I don't follow his teachings is because I like to think, you know, that maybe my presence is not a mistake. But each one of them!
So yes, I love Jesus Christ. You have done so much good, and you deserve to be remembered. But… and yes, there is always a “but”… I don't think he was divine. Or rather, I do not honor him with his divinity, if he had them.
I respect her for her actions, and for the man she was, not for her father. All the "return to life"? I couldn’t give a double shake to the platform of the platform on that. He died, and his father's favorites took over. End of story.
But to distribute bread to the hungry?
Giving people hope in times of fear and apprehension?
Unconditional love?
Standing up for a great, evil person to stand up for his or her human rights and the rights of all the other people around him or her?
That. That I would love and respect.
(One man's opinion here. Please, do not be offended, because I do not mean anything in my own words. I am not a Christian, but I respect your faith and beliefs if you exist and I am glad you have that yourself. Faith is a good thing. And no, I am not interested in salvation. , and I was going to hell, I didn't care. Just one more adventure.)