. . . And Thank You Father for Sending Jesus

A lot of times, when I am praying, I am mindful of how God has interacted with me for a long time. His patience, His grace etc, and I thank God our Father for being the way that He is. But always, I am most thankful that God our Father sent us His Son and when I say those words, the person of Jesus comes into my mind. I’m not sure what it is, but the reality that Jesus being the Son of God, walked in a body like ours, breathed the air that we breath and ate food like you and I, forms a reality in my mind that I not only can identify with, but it draws me to Him, as God appearing to us, like you and I are. The same as, but very different.

If we could see Him, wouldn’t we want to touch Him, hear the tone of His voice, look into His eyes? Wouldn’t we want to fall at His feet? I know I have mentioned this numerous times but one of my all time favourite Scriptures is Hebrews 1:3-4 NASB which reads as follows: “And He is the radiance of His glory and the exact representation of His nature, and upholds all things by the word of His power. When He had made purification of sins, He sat down at the right hand of the Majesty on high, having become so much better than the angels, to the extent that He has inherited a more excellent name than they.

There’s just something about how Jesus, being in a body like ours, being who He is, walking among us as He did, that grabs at my heart. Can you imagine seeing Him smile? Can you imagine watching Him pray? I think, without a doubt, the greatest desire that I have, is to see Jesus face to face. Heaven only knows if I would be able to even speak at all. How can one even begin to thank Jesus for all that He did. All that He went through, all that He endured. 

Would it matter what Jesus looked like? No, I don’t think it really would, because we are not talking about physical attractiveness, we are talking about a person who is the exact representation of the very nature of God. Holy, just, not a respecter of persons, able to see through to the very core of another person, possessing wisdom that we can’t even phantom. Speaking forth the very words and thoughts of His Father, drawing us to Himself through His sacrificial love. 

And although the Scriptures tell us that infrequently Jesus would get angry, when that which was supposed to represent the Holiness of God, was turned into a “den of thieves”, the true nature of Jesus, was explained by Himself to us, when He told us in Matthew 11:29 NASBTake My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”

Jesus had arms, legs, feet, fingers, like you and I. Jesus knows us well, He knew us well before He came to us as God’s only begotten Son, and He came anyway, because it was the will of the Father, and accordingly, the will of the Son. And Jesus came to do for us, what we in ourselves could never do, not even close. He humbled Himself for our sake, gave Himself for our sake, all to demonstrate the love of God that is available to all who would earnestly seek to know Him.

Sometimes when I pray, it grieves me that I comprehend as little as I do. I marvel at my presumptions in the past and even sometimes today. The older I get, the more I can appreciate how little I truly understand, not just about others, but also about myself, because of the words that Jesus spoke. But I have a hope. Jesus told us that because He lives, we also shall live. And it’s not the living that attracts, it’s who we will live with that draws me and who we shall see face to face. And then, we shall be changed into His likeness, leaving this old image behind. Now that is something that I really look forward to. Yet in the interim, God knows my heart. I do “see” Jesus for who He is, the Way, the Truth and the Life. That I do know, and I wait in eager expectation for that day, a day like no other. 

And the long and the short of it is that I don’t really care what anyone who doubts or disagrees about having faith in God, through Jesus the Son, thinks about “my hope”. Because “my hope” means I will be truly going home, and all the undeserved grace and goodness of God that I have tasted over these many years, is but a small small minuet sample of what yet is to be, in the presence of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit and those that I know who are also in the Kingdom of God. 

1 Corinthians 2:9 : “But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.”

Worthy is the Lamb! Blessings!

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  1. Thank you Bruce for taking us on a journey of pondering the person of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. The immensity of His Grace and Holiness is simply beyond my comprehension, but I keep looking and straining to understand better than the day before. As the years march on we are metaphorically marking the days off in our life as we draw closer to that day when we will meet Him; what a day that will be!
    God bless you and your family today brother 🙏

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    • Thank you, Alan. You’re absolutely right about the immensity of His grace and Holiness, simply mind blogging. Funny how the older one gets, the more that this reality becomes understood. God’s blessings to you and yours also, Alan!

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