I thought I knew Jesus… Then I read Mikalatos’ book.
In one of the most imaginative works of Christian fiction that I’ve picked up in ten years, Matt Mikalatos brings his own search for the “real Jesus” to life… in a weird, out-of-body kind of way.
The story opens in a communist coffee house, somewhere in Portland… Matt narrates in first-person, occasionally speaking directly to the Imaginary Jesus that has joined him for latte and vegan chili. The tranquility is broken when a large, hairy brute (who later identifies himself as the Apostle Peter) enters the room and punches Imaginary Jesus in the face…
As Imaginary Jesus flees the confrontation and Mikalatos pursues him, we encounter an ex-prostitute, a talking donkey, an atheist Bible study group, George Barna (eating a vegan taco salad at the same communist cafe) and a host of other imaginary Jesuses…
The razor wit with which Mikalatos vivisects our tendency to create Jesus in our own image is both entertaining and poignant… Nobody’s Jesus is off-limits: Business-suit Jesus tells us that everyone creates a convenient version of Jesus to believe in, only to discard him when he becomes irrelevant. Men’s Retreat Jesus speaks in barely intelligible sentences, cries like an 8-year-old girl and is so easily manipulated that he follows the principal characters around for several chapters like a lost puppy. Social Justice Jesus has hands but no mouth… Legalist Jesus has a loud voice and no arms…
Wherever you land theologically, you’ll laugh at the Jesuses that you don’t like and fume when he slices to bits the Jesus that you do…
And when he finally encounters the real Jesus (ironically, hanging out in a prayer labyrinth) it will touch you to the core…
This book has been around a while and is actually being reissued under the title My Imaginary Jesus, which includes an interview with the author and a discussion guide…
Definitely worth a read.
You can purchase the Kindle edition here… or if you’re more old school, the paperback is here.
