My favorite interpretation of the Bible is basically it's a collection of stories from medieval times. It was rough back then I mean if you fell in the mud, your life was over. You're trapped and no one is helping you, your kindling won't be warming your family tonight.

And then this dude comes along and a hand comes in view. You flinch at first, I mean why not kick a dog while he's down? But no, the hand grabs your arm and pulls you out of the mud. Nobody saves your life! This man is, this good man is a saint! His story is written.

A few decades later another man collapsed in the sun and another nice guy gave him some water. His story is written.

Another few decades later a different guy is low a few cattle and sheep and his neighbor, maybe someone who was moving to Egypt, just fuckin' gives you his whole flock. His story is yadda yadda yadda.

Jesus is just a collection of society's niceties. Why else do you think these people were living for 900 years!? "Sonny boy your great great great great great great great grandfather from 50 years ago only survived because Jesus pulled him from the mud!"

In short - the stories of Jesus' deeds was never just one person. I mean, literally the guy whose skeleton they have sure, but in terms of the Bible these stories existed long before Jesus came along, then more stories got added after him too, many attributed to him retroactively.