Post #81: Jesus…

I just wrote this. He’s been on my mind a lot.

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Let’s talk about Jesus, shall we?

You say He was a good guy who got killed off. He said a lot of good things. He did a lot of good deeds. A Middle Eastern Superman.

Or maybe you say He was a prophet–a preacher. He put forth a lot of rules and a lot of regulations. He told us what to do and how to do it, and expects us to do them or else we�re all going to burn.

Or maybe He was a hippie of sorts, an anti-capitalist, peace-loving fellow who grew His hair long and preached a message of love and unity.

Or–and this is extraordinary–you’re one of those people who grew up in church, and Jesus is a familiar person to you. He�s the guy you hear about in the sermons and the songs and He makes you feel really good.

There’s only one problem with all of this…

Jesus is so much more than all of that.

He will not fit into any box that we can build, any label that we can give Him. He loves deeply. He judges justly. He is superior to any sort of religious system. He called Himself the only way to the Father. He is deity–He is sovereign and omniscient and omnipresent. He is human–He laughed and cried and had friends. He is the Mediator between the Father and us. He is God Himself, one of the members of the mystery called the Trinity, the Husband of the church.

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Here He comes, strolling into town, the Israeli wind blowing through His hair, the sun He created beating down on His back. His feet are dirty and there�s dust between His toes. Twelve men walk with Him on the road, following His lead, even though most of the time He doesn�t make any sense to them. Yet they stand in awe of Him, His words, His deeds. There�s something powerful there.

And all of a sudden a voice cries out, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”

It may be a blind man wanting vision. It may be a mother wanting healing for her child. It maybe a leper from the colony on the outskirts of town. It could be someone who just needs to know they�re loved. It doesn�t matter. He’ll stop what He�s doing and heal them.

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Here He is, standing on the deck of a boat, shouting His words to the people. This is truth. This is a sword that cuts to the heart. These words form paradoxes: “If you want to find your life, you have to lose it.” They are challenging: “If anyone would come after Me, he must take up his cross and follow Me.”

The people sit and stand in clusters, amazed, trying to drink it all in. Some understand it. Some hate it. Some are just confused.

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And there He is, on the cross, bleeding, losing blood rapidly. He is thirsty. He has been beaten beyond recognition. He has nails through His wrists and ankles, larger versions of the thorns that pierce through His skull. Some mourn for Him, weeping at His feet. Most jeer at Him. “If You�re the Son of God, get down from the cross! Save Yourself, prophet!” The world is dark�the spiritual realm is darker.

For beyond all this earthly hell, the sins of the world torment Him more. He is becoming sin, taking on everything from the most brutal murder to the smallest thought of the heart of man. And the Father turns His back. And the Son cries out, “My God, why have you left Me here alone?”

He says, “It is finished.” The work is finished. The victory is won. And with that, He draws one last breath.

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And here He is, with two of the women, saying how great it is to see them as they bow down in worship. Here He is in a room with His disciples, one of them confessing that He is his Lord and his God. Here He is on the road to Emmaus, talking about the Law and the Prophets, before disappearing and opening the disciples� eyes. Here He is on the mountain, ready to go back to the right hand of the Father–His rightful place of honor.

And here He is with us–we are in Him, He is in us. He has saved us. He has healed us. He has raised us from the dead. He has conquered death itself.

And one day, He will return to judge the dead and the living, and everyone will confess that He is Lord and God. Every knee will bow. Amen.

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Jesus. The Alpha and the Omega. The Ancient of Days. Son of God, Son of Man. He is holy, almighty, wrathful, all-knowing. He is gentle, humble, kind, intimate. Here He comes. Prepare the way for Him.


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