Brother Jim was a biker who’d done time. He was in charge of Savio cabin, which meant scaring the shit out of any Magone kids who tried to pick on Savio kids. There was a rumor he had a switchblade on him.
Brother Jim loved to talk about how Jesus wasn’t a pussy.
“You see the guy crucified up there?” he yelled. “You see him? Are his hands closed? NO! Is he making a fist? NO! What does that mean to you?”
We sat there, cowering.
“It means something to me.”
“It means he could have just gotten down off the cross anytime he liked, and come down and WASTED all those Roman gladiator motherfuckers. But he kept his hands OPEN! He let it go! For YOU! And you sit here and look at that dead guy up there and you don’t even notice!”
Brother Jim was seriously cool.
Rob Sheffield, Love Is A Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time
I wonder if Brother Jim was a prototype for Mark Driscoll.