Christianity is not a safe religion. The day I figured that out was not a good one for me. It requires too much vulnerability, with all the other-cheek-turning and laying aside of my own rights and whatnot. Western society affords me the luxury of the illusion of safety and control, and I don’t like things messing with my ignorant bliss.

Jesus was (and is) so compelling that people were (and are) willing to sacrifice personal safety just to be near Him. Ironically, people felt safe around Jesus. The closer they got to Him, the less important self-preservation became. Remember the woman who washed Jesus’ feet with her tears?

One of the Pharisees asked him over for a meal. He went to the Pharisee’s house and sat down at the dinner table. Just then a woman of the village, the town harlot, having learned that Jesus was a guest in the home of the Pharisee, came with a bottle of very expensive perfume and stood at his feet, weeping, raining tears on his feet. Letting down her hair, she dried his feet, kissed them, and anointed them with the perfume. When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man was the prophet I thought he was, he would have known what kind of woman this is who is falling all over him.” – Luke 7

Yes, her. Anyway, imagine some men having a business dinner, and some woman comes in and starts crying and washing the feet of one of them. I’m pretty sure it was just as strange then as it would be today. I truly can’t imagine myself doing what she did. Jesus was not only just that compelling, but He made vulnerable people feel safe. And they loved and trusted Him because of it.