I am a student of church history. And there is a certain sadness to such study, for whenever I study popular figures in Christian history, I am always left with a bittersweet taste. I admire them. But I also don’t aspire to be like them (at least not precisely). I recognize their flaws.
However, I’ve been looking and listening to Jesus and reading about him for two decades now, and I haven’t yet found a flaw… I like Jesus more. I love Jesus more. I want to be like Jesus more.
I felt the same kind of sadness when I read about the life of Martin Luther and Augustine. These people were great. They tower above the many figures in church history. And yet there’s a humanity in them that simply got in the way of their greatness. They weren’t like Jesus.