If one were to be an artist of the writing sort, he might play it the way Jesus did. He'd go amongst publicans and sinners, be gluttonous and a wine-bibber. He'd be humble enough to wash feet, dirty glasses at least. The Gospels are the story of an artist, one with the notion that the word has some power and magic to it, that it's just as easy to say one thing that is good, hopeful and healing as another. He'd admit he wasn't concerned with material stuff. He'd hold good works as not being the property of an exclusive private club exercising power.

That's what the Christian story is, the story of an artist, coming forward with natural authority and wisdom, addressing all aspects of the artistic life with complete accuracy.

Yes, everything out of the man's mouth speaks of an artistic understanding, and further, an effort to awaken people living in a repressive society, downtrodden people if you read between the lines, people in need of comfort, self-confidence and creativity, something to sustain them.

This aspect is the most irrefutable evidence that someone very real existed at some point in time. No one would have asked of the prophet to immortalize that one of his main characteristics was that he was a creative writer.