I won’t pretend to understand this entire Gospel of Philip by any means, but there are some absolutely beautiful passages in it. Since I’m on a roll, here’s another one of my favorites:

Jesus took them all by stealth, for he did not appear as he was, but in the manner in which they would be able to see him. He appeared to them all. He appeared to the great as great. He appeared to the small as small. He appeared to the angels as an angel, and to men as a man. Because of this, his word hid itself from everyone. Some indeed saw him, thinking that they were seeing themselves, but when he appeared to his disciples in glory on the mount, he was not small. He became great, but he made the disciples great, that they might be able to see him in his greatness.

That’s really similar to the dream I had late last year in which I met Jesus (yeah, I know that sounds crazy, but it happened). An excerpt:

To my brother’s cat, Jesus appeared as another bigger cat which looked just like him. They licked each other’s fur a little bit, and that was all He needed to do to convey his message there. Then He came and looked down at me. Each of us smiled and I felt a warm sensation over my body. I looked straight into his eyes, but I can’t remember what he looked like. Or rather, the way He looked was sort of amorphous. He didn’t look like any one person; maybe He looked like all people somehow.

Anyway, my favorite part of the Philip passage above is the end where it says that when Jesus revealed the greatness of his true self, he made his disciples like him so that they could understand it. Great stuff.