Everybody likes Jesus. Leaving divinity aside- and that's not as big a step as it seems(ask Thomas Jefferson, Deist, who constructed his own version of the Gospels by snipping out all the miraculous stuff), as a politician, as a philosopher, Jesus was worthy of study and emulation. If more people actually believed and lived by that catchphrase; "What Would Jesus Do?"
, the world would be a much better place. Unfortunately, the answer to that ubiquitous question, no matter how many times you shake it up or "Ask Again Later", the answer never comes up "Vote Republican."
Because I like Jesus so much, I prefer to imagine the rumors of his horrible death as greatly exaggerated. I like to think of him as marrying the Magdalene- in a huge blowout party in Cana, before setting sail for the south of, wait for it..., France. My own belief in the entirely human nature of his blood kind of deflates the whole Merovingian balloon but I like to think of him and Mary, sitting on the porch, surrounded by their grandkids.
The crucifiction, especially in the hands of Mel Gibson, is just ugly. Happy Easter.