Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.
Nobody writes much about where you grew up, your home, your clothes, your shoes, your school. I mean, we don’t even know very much about your childhood at all, except for the time you talked to the rabbis in the temple – when your parents thought they’d lost you. So I guess most of it really wasn’t worth mentioning. I mean, it was probably all kind of ordinary back in those times.
But one day, you started calling people to you. Disciples. They were ordinary men, but you saw something special in them, didn’t you? You saw who they were going to be. You had big plans for them.
Then you started teaching. And Jesus, this is the best part. You used stories about ordinary people and ordinary lives to teach your extraordinary message of love, of forgiveness, of the Kingdom of Heaven.
Thank you. Even if I don’t count the miracles of healing and transformation, even if I don’t count your resurrection, even if I don’t count all of the supernatural, God-parts of your life – you showed me something. You showed me how very extra-ordinary life can be. You showed me the holy in the every day. You showed me God in the ordinary. You showed me grace. Amazing grace.
But I can’t discount your God-side. Because you are. The Way. The Truth. The Life. So you didn’t have to do what you did. You didn’t have to live, walk, breathe, eat, sleep, laugh, and cry. You didn’t have to suffer the punishment and death of an ordinary criminal. But you did. For us. For me. And that made everything extraordinary.
Jesus, thank you.
Linking with Lisa at Five-Minute Friday