“God has two wills,” Nietzsche giggles, “his moral and sovereign. Moral and Sovereign will.” He sits on the edge of a stump. Rubbing his thumb against a leaf, he says, “so what is Jesus?”
A fork, a question, to skewer the timid. Nietzsche basks in the daylight. But it’s not daylight. Ah. Yes. Yet there is a little shimmer of light cresting off his sweaty forehead.
“Is Jesus,” Nietzsche puckers, “the revelation of God’s moral or sovereign will?”
No no, I crank. Nietzsche, I begin to spell, I know. Jesus is all-too-human. He demands us to be really human. So Jesus reveals to us something about moral or sovereign will. Moral or sovereign willing. And so, now, what about us? Humans.