Prologue

I don't want an imaginary Jesus who tolerates and accepts and excepts

and I don't want an imaginary Jesus who condemns and rebukes and rejects

I want a real Jesus, and there is only one of those

and I want him on his terms alone, not mine, not theirs - his own

I want the real Jesus who loves and hates and cries

I want the real Jesus who laughs and lives and dies

I don't want make-believe and I'm tired of lies

I want the real Jesus with real feet, real hands, real eyes