Tamed to a timid & benign image too familiar to confess, too sentimental to proclaim as much more than a sweet pablum of a tepid teacher, dulled at the edges into a harmless, vapid figure, the ancient Jesus is made a caricature of Himself, an oral & dull parody appeasing a modern world addicted to the mediocrity of fireworks, circuses & ideological vacuity making the fiery Lord of all being and life both bland & boring. Lacking all subtleties & mystical amazement, Jesus is thinly portrayed in decadent thought games devoid of cross & uprising, a nicety without His passion & radically sacrificial blood, a paper tiger of a distraction cancelled of His fierce love, an ironical domestication fogging Jesus to a docility betraying His beauty, truth & humble, drastic power.