Jesus Christ: An Essay of Reflection

 

Walking past the barrier that separates sea from land we pondered the questions of life. Looking out into a building painted white feeling like it was a mirage in the distance and we were just sleepers in His story… not truly knowing how we got here, how we arrived at this place… it is sufficient to say that it is by His grace and mercy.

I am in awe. In awe at the fact that God would choose to take me from dust and breathe life into me from his very own breath. In awe at the idea of spending eternity with him no longer chained by my humanity but at last unified with him… my Spirit and His becoming one. For He has forever engraved me on the palms of His hands…He has placed me as a seal over His heart.

I am His, and He is mine.

Such a paradox that our minds cannot even comprehend or even begin to grasp its true significance. His royal blood running through our veins, calling us a royal priesthood, calling us his children, building palaces for us in the unseen; and clothing us in golden robes of righteousness. Defeating that which is death in us and resurrecting us and reconciling us to Himself.

What other King would humble himself to take up the role of a servant? What other God would humiliate himself and clothe himself with flesh, and trade eternity for time? Become something he never really was, feeble, broken and utterly human. Trading infinite knowledge for human understanding, discarding his crown of gold for a crown of blood and thorns…

He can create everything out of nothing, burst mountains forth and make oceans cease by the mere sound of His voice. And although he holds all his splendor all this power at the tip of His majestic hands He still calls me His. He still listens to the insignificant pleas of my soul.

Who is this God that dared to walk among us? Who is this God that dances and sings over us? How is it that his love can stretch as far as the east is from the west? Who is this God that calls us friend? That makes himself vulnerable to the ridicule and the misunderstanding of human frailty and thought?

Who is this man that walked with prostitutes, ate with the sinful and raised the dead?

His name is Jesus Christ. The author and the finisher of our faith. Who dared to love us to the extent of offering his body as an atonement as an incense as a covenant appeal to win us back from death’s grip. Who took nails to his sinless hands, whose blood trickled on the ancient dirt. The one who is the beginning and the end. The Alpha and the Omega. The Son of God. A consuming fire. The Chief Cornerstone. Counselor. Creator. Deliverer. Almighty God.

The reason for every season. The reason to praise and worship in the midst of the storm. The real reason of life. The true reason of existence. The true means of significance.

We bear his image, therefore we are no longer owners of ourselves, but sons and daughters to him…

Who was, and is and is to come.

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