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Photographs Is This Really The True Face of Jesus?

No, he was 3 years and 10 months.


I know, I edited my post. In the movie he was four. And let's really be honest here, until we get to Heaven to see for ourselves, NOBODY really knows the true face of Jesus, we can only share our opinions right now which so far everybody has had good ones and brought up good points. We can't even always trust our dreams and visions of Him since we don't know the true source of where they're coming from.
 
I found this years ago and never listed the link:
"From analysis of skeletal remains, archeologists had firmly established that the average build of a Semite male at the time of Jesus was 5 ft. 1 in., with an average weight of 110 pounds. Since Jesus worked outdoors as a carpenter until he was about 30 years old, it is reasonable to assume he was more muscular and physically fit than westernized portraits suggest."


What? That simply isn't possible. How could they have found skeletal remains? Jesus rose from the dead and ascended into Heaven. There couldn't have been a body left behind.

It wasn't remains of Jesus. It was other remains of people who lived in that area that this would be what Jesus would have looked like in size and weight.
 
As a kid, I realised when I looked at people it was their heart that glowed and not how they looked.
So however Jesus looks is good with me, because I know His heart.

I am fascinated with the Turin Shroud, because of its implications.
God is wild, He does as His will determines and does not recognise boundaries.

I like the way He leaves things for those who want to look and see, but not for the rest.
What speaks to my heart is Mary when she saw Jesus in the garden.

15> "Woman," he said, "why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?" Thinking he was the gardener, she said, "Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him."
16> Jesus said to her, "Mary." She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, "Rabboni!" (which means Teacher).
17> Jesus said, "Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet returned to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, 'I am returning to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.'
John 20:15-17

This is just so practical. Jesus knew Mary wanted to hug Him, and explained why this was not a good
idea, and encouraged her to go to Jesus's "brothers". That is our Lord, what a friend and King. Amen
 
As a kid, I realised when I looked at people it was their heart that glowed and not how they looked.
So however Jesus looks is good with me, because I know His heart.

I agree and I am fascinated with the shroud idea too. *sighs heavily* I sure wish that Jesus would be able to hug me and hold me. As I wrote before in many of my posts, I have asked Him into my heart but a lot of the time I actually have trouble believing that He's there and I need the certainty that He is. Basically, I have had a pretty rough life. I have a lot of joys, but a lot of sorrows as well and I realize now more than ever that I really need the Lord.
 
I agree and I am fascinated with the shroud idea too. *sighs heavily* I sure wish that Jesus would be able to hug me and hold me. As I wrote before in many of my posts, I have asked Him into my heart but a lot of the time I actually have trouble believing that He's there and I need the certainty that He is. Basically, I have had a pretty rough life. I have a lot of joys, but a lot of sorrows as well and I realize now more than ever that I really need the Lord.

Hi Risen,
What helped me was praising God, singing praise to Him in my room alone.
He lifted my heart and encouraged me as I exercised faith. I knew all the theory etc. it was
openly talking to Him alone that was what I needed to do.

And we all need Jesus, like we need one another, and this is an eternal reality.
It is the illusion we are independent that makes us think needing is a extra.
I need encouragement, love, food, sleep, education, shelter, warmth, clothes etc.
In truth when am I not needy, is probably a better observation.
Sometimes things get too much and I curl up in a ball and hug my wife.
You could say this is regression, I call it realising I am a loving being who needs to
recognise when I have possibly gone too far. God is so good and has done so much
for me, I just praise His name, and thank Him for His word to my heart, Amen.
 
Hi Risen,
What helped me was praising God, singing praise to Him in my room alone.
He lifted my heart and encouraged me as I exercised faith. I knew all the theory etc. it was
openly talking to Him alone that was what I needed to do.

And we all need Jesus, like we need one another, and this is an eternal reality.
It is the illusion we are independent that makes us think needing is a extra.
I need encouragement, love, food, sleep, education, shelter, warmth, clothes etc.
In truth when am I not needy, is probably a better observation.
Sometimes things get too much and I curl up in a ball and hug my wife.
You could say this is regression, I call it realising I am a loving being who needs to
recognise when I have possibly gone too far. God is so good and has done so much
for me, I just praise His name, and thank Him for His word to my heart, Amen.


I sing praises to Him all the time, I thank Him for sending His only Son to die on the cross for my sins, yet for some strange reason I still doubt my salvation. I'm not really all that sure why to tell you the truth.
 
I sing praises to Him all the time, I thank Him for sending His only Son to die on the cross for my sins, yet for some strange reason I still doubt my salvation. I'm not really all that sure why to tell you the truth.

What is salvation? When you say you doubt it, which is the bit you doubt and which is the bit
you accept?

I ask because what I find is myself saying do I know Jesus, or am I changed, or does any of this really matter?
And over time the answer is yes. I am amazed at what Jesus said and the disciples wrote and how true it all
is. It is so profound. Rich or poor, healthy or ill, we all want the same things, a loving life, being accepted,
and the giving and receiving with others.

Once you begin to see how the world sells failure and insecurity propped up with things, achievements,
recognition, success rather than being real, loving, open and honest, you see how fake it all becomes.
Jesus was amazingly radical, facing up to people impurity and asking whether they are willing to give up,
and follow Him.

People in a crowd are alone, hurt and abandoned, yet surrounded by others. This is a strange reality humans
live in. Jesus addresses this at the most fundamental level. That staggers me and causes me to just bow my
knees and worship Him.
 
What is salvation? When you say you doubt it, which is the bit you doubt and which is the bit
you accept?

I ask because what I find is myself saying do I know Jesus, or am I changed, or does any of this really matter?
And over time the answer is yes. I am amazed at what Jesus said and the disciples wrote and how true it all
is. It is so profound. Rich or poor, healthy or ill, we all want the same things, a loving life, being accepted,
and the giving and receiving with others.


I agree, I answer yes to those questions too, but yet I fear the fact that He might have not accepted me like I accepted Him. I really wish I knew why when I know for a fact that He died on the cross to save me. "For God So Loved The World That He Gave His Only Begotten Son That Whoever Shall Believe In Him Shall Have Everlasting Life."-John 3:16. Why do I have such a problem remembering that when I already know that verse by heart?
 
I agree, I answer yes to those questions too, but yet I fear the fact that He might have not accepted me like I accepted Him. I really wish I knew why when I know for a fact that He died on the cross to save me. "For God So Loved The World That He Gave His Only Begotten Son That Whoever Shall Believe In Him Shall Have Everlasting Life."-John 3:16. Why do I have such a problem remembering that when I already know that verse by heart?

In my family, we never talked about love and acceptance, never cuddled or showed love and support
openly. It made me very defended, self reliant, and I kept people at a distance.

I knew Jesus loved me, but deep down I still defended myself, and kept my feelings hidden. I did not
know this, until I wanted to express things I started to care deeply about. I simply could not, I was bound.

Often it is this, in our fortress of defence, we know Jesus loves us, but we still defend, and do not let things
out. The cross everyday, every hour, says we are saved, with no doubt, it holds His signature of blood
and commitment. But letting love take root, and get through our defences is hard and takes time.

As a kid I dreamt of having a youngster who I could hug.
I have now three children who I have loved, and who know how to love like I never did. And I hug them,
and we exchange need and support. The Lord changed me, and helped me learn my heart and then express
it.

When we rebuild our defences, it becomes hard to believe Jesus loves us, because we are shutting Him out
again. What helps is learning to let love flow from us to others, because then we start to let love flow the
other way, and we see Jesus's clearer and hear his voice.

These realities never change, and how to share, but we can begin to reach out to others and let them know
our hearts. Becoming part of the body, is walking deeper in Christ, for we are one in Him, Amen.
 
Thank you for breaking it down for me like that. Due to the fact that I am mentally disabled, it's hard for me to understand these things sometimes. Just as I had told my pastor yesterday, since hardly any body wanted me around, I have trouble trusting people a lot. I just have to learn that even when I can't trust people to keep their promises to me, I can always trust God.
 

Since Jesus is not literally here with us he is Spiritually in us. I've done this on occasion where I just need to feel Him hugging me. I would find a quiet place, close my eyes and wrap my arms around me imaging it was Jesus hugging me. The whole while I would meditate on Him and it really felt like He was hugging and holding me in His arms. It really works and makes you fell so comforted.
 
doesn't The Bible say that Jesus was perceived as average, physically? not spectacularly handsome or man-pretty. by all appearances, just another carpenter from Nazareth. and yet...

as much as part of me wants to know what Jesus looked like while on earth, I think its important (for me..) to realize that He lives in the hearts of each and everyone of His children, here on earth. so, if you want to see Jesus' face, look at the Christians at church, the Christians at the soup kitchen, the Christians running the thrift stores, etc.
 
In my family, we never talked about love and acceptance, never cuddled or showed love and support
openly. It made me very defended, self reliant, and I kept people at a distance.

I knew Jesus loved me, but deep down I still defended myself, and kept my feelings hidden. I did not
know this, until I wanted to express things I started to care deeply about. I simply could not, I was bound.

Often it is this, in our fortress of defence, we know Jesus loves us, but we still defend, and do not let things
out. The cross everyday, every hour, says we are saved, with no doubt, it holds His signature of blood
and commitment. But letting love take root, and get through our defences is hard and takes time.

As a kid I dreamt of having a youngster who I could hug.
I have now three children who I have loved, and who know how to love like I never did. And I hug them,
and we exchange need and support. The Lord changed me, and helped me learn my heart and then express
it.

When we rebuild our defences, it becomes hard to believe Jesus loves us, because we are shutting Him out
again. What helps is learning to let love flow from us to others, because then we start to let love flow the
other way, and we see Jesus's clearer and hear his voice.

These realities never change, and how to share, but we can begin to reach out to others and let them know
our hearts. Becoming part of the body, is walking deeper in Christ, for we are one in Him, Amen.

I can relate. I thought my wall could never be penetrated as it was so high and so thick that no one could enter it. When Jesus started to break it down brick by brick it took some time. but when that last brick was taken away that was the first time I truly understood what love was as it's the greatest love I will ever know. The world behind me the :cross before me and I will never look back again.
 
I know, I edited my post. In the movie he was four. And let's really be honest here, until we get to Heaven to see for ourselves, NOBODY really knows the true face of Jesus, we can only share our opinions right now which so far everybody has had good ones and brought up good points. We can't even always trust our dreams and visions of Him since we don't know the true source of where they're coming from.
Have you read the book?
 
Yes, but I forgot it though lol. It's been quite a long time ago.
It's written by the boy's father and a co-writer woman who's got a very shall we say interesting history co-writing books with certain politicians.
If you get a chance re-read the book. The dad was a pastor at the time. He has admitted his little boy did not die, so there is no near death experience to be shared. However, with a burst appendix there are very serious toxins that fill a three year old's body and can cause hallucinations. A child raised in a church family and toxic blood, with high fever and hallucinations.
Now, a pastor father who's reaped the rewards of a books sales, as well as profit from the 100 million the movie about the book garnered, and the plans a few years ago for a TV series, all point to money. While a three year old , four year old child, would never know to know the difference between reality and fantasy. Read the book again and pay attention to the dad's narrative in how he coached his son as his son related what he saw.
Here's the other thing about any actual NDE book. The supposed death experience lasts minutes. How does that culminate into a profit from a hundreds of page book? How does someone draw out minutes unconscious into over 100 pages?
Just something to think about.
 
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