The more I watch this in´teresting show, the more I am convinced that it is not about religion at all. Neither is it about Al-Masih, the "Messiah".
It is all about the followers.
Now that the crowd has swollen to a few hundred or maybe to a few thousand, this flock develops a "mind" of its own. And, like in Shaun the Sheep, the guy in front is more often driven by the sheer power of the herd than the other way around.
They are on the move now, after descending upon Dilley like a swarm of locusts, drinking the water that was brought for the residents who had lost everything, and pressing on Al-Masih to grant their wishes.
He's still smiling. Even speaks. He's back to a few well rounded but otherwise unspecific words, and ...
back to the miracles, of course. In view of all the unfulfilled wishes, all the expectations piled up, all that energy built up in the followers
"it's about time he does something for me. I've waited long enough. I've travelled all these miles. I am ENTITLED to ..." Hm, what are you entitled to, dear follower? What bargain do you think you've struck with God? Or son of God. Or prophet or saviour or ... Let's just call him Al-Masih, the walking, talking projection area. As long as he performs a few miracles, people are satisfied. They are witnessing a holy man.
Or, like Mr. Tweedy in "Chicken Run": It's all in me head. It's all in me head!
Well done, again. And I like the new information that the guy who appeared in Damascus - out of thin air - has had a very real past on this planet. And quite real teachers. Now I'd like to know - what is his plan?
It is all about the followers.
Now that the crowd has swollen to a few hundred or maybe to a few thousand, this flock develops a "mind" of its own. And, like in Shaun the Sheep, the guy in front is more often driven by the sheer power of the herd than the other way around.
They are on the move now, after descending upon Dilley like a swarm of locusts, drinking the water that was brought for the residents who had lost everything, and pressing on Al-Masih to grant their wishes.
He's still smiling. Even speaks. He's back to a few well rounded but otherwise unspecific words, and ...
back to the miracles, of course. In view of all the unfulfilled wishes, all the expectations piled up, all that energy built up in the followers
"it's about time he does something for me. I've waited long enough. I've travelled all these miles. I am ENTITLED to ..." Hm, what are you entitled to, dear follower? What bargain do you think you've struck with God? Or son of God. Or prophet or saviour or ... Let's just call him Al-Masih, the walking, talking projection area. As long as he performs a few miracles, people are satisfied. They are witnessing a holy man.
Or, like Mr. Tweedy in "Chicken Run": It's all in me head. It's all in me head!
Well done, again. And I like the new information that the guy who appeared in Damascus - out of thin air - has had a very real past on this planet. And quite real teachers. Now I'd like to know - what is his plan?
