To say that Jesus is perfect—as the “defenders of his glory” do—isn’t the right choice of words. A stainless-steel ball is perfect; Cinderella’s glass slipper was perfect; a haiku is perfect. Perfect makes me think of Barbie, a Grecian urn, a math equation. Words are important. Words shape our perceptions. When they define, they can also distort. There is a far better way to de scribe this man whose face is the most human face of all.
Jesus is beautiful.