Christianity is being unknown and not of this world. It is being completely misunderstood yet being utterly clear and simple. It is a life that is in the chaos and confusion of those who do not know. It is the good towards which violence is directed, the truth that no one seeks to understand. It is the love that is rejected, though never ceasing. It is the God who was murdered, yet eternal, risen, and living. Christianity is the love that is never known or understood, and beaten, wounded, and killed.
Christianity is the bearing of a burden with quietude and certitude, fixed upon saving others. It is bearing the cross yet in love for those for whom it is carried and who crucify with nails piercing limbs. It is being killed by those you love in the act of saving them.
It is the heroism of humility, not of power, nor of the glory of recognition. It is without the contentment of saving and being known as a savior, but of being cast away, unacknowledged, yet saving nonetheless.
This is Jesus Christ, and this not only is he, but Christianity also.