Jesus tried to have it both ways: he tried to be both a god and a hero.  But he couldn’t be both; no one can be both —  a god is perfect, a hero flawed; a god cannot be flawed and a hero must be flawed, cannot be a hero otherwise.  

Most of us are merely flawed.  A hero’s flaws are heroic flaws, tragically fatal flaws. Everyone in Hamlet is deeply flawed.  Only Hamlet himself is heroic, only his flaws are heroic.  His flaw?  Despite a piercing aptitude for seeing through the pretense of others and into their flaws, he could not (would not?) see into the flaws of his father.  In everyone around him he sees only flaws.  In his father he sees none.

The present day celebrates a notion of heroism which degrades anything truly heroic by denying heroes their flaws.  These days we want happy heroes and tragic heroes must apply elsewhere.  We today, like Jesus, want to have it both ways.