Have you ever thought about how shocking, even scandalous Jesus is? Not even necessarily what He said or what He did. Just the very idea of Jesus Himself. The Incarnation is utterly incomprehensible.
Imagine if you were the richest, most powerful business-man in the world. Solely because you loved the ants, no, something worse than that, mosquitos, would you consent to become one? Not to learn more about them, as you already know everything, nor to make them love you, because most of them won’t. You want to step into their ugly little world simply because you love and care about mosquitos, some of the worst, most annoying, useless things in the world. If you wanted to do that, not only would it be impossible, but you would be considered insane.
But that’s what He did for us.
I’m not very learned on this topic, but I think even the most intelligent must not be able to wrap their minds around the Incarnation. The God Who made absolutely everything, stepped into His creation.
He Who is immaterial, Who made all matter, became flesh and bone.
He Who is eternal, Who sits outside of time, lived day by day.
The Person Who created space, light, and sound was jostled about in a loud crowd, sweating under the noon-day sun.
We know that Jesus is God, but sometimes we don’t fully comprehend what that means in our minds.
Jesus, God sweated. Doesn’t that seem scandalous? Jesus, God was tired. Doesn’t that seem wrong? Jesus, God was hungry, shouted, laughed, cried. And it doesn’t make sense
But then the greatest, the most absurd, the thing that seems most strange and shocking: Jesus, God died.
Jesus was whipped until His back was a raw, horrific messy pulp of blood and flesh.
Jesus screamed in agony.
Jesus died. The very thought is overwhelming. And we can’t understand it.
How, why would He do this?
Because He loves us, and wants to bring glory to Himself. I don’t, I can’t understand this. It’s absolutely mind-boggling.
But He did it. He stepped down into the dust and dirt of the everyday. He bent down and wiped away our tears, healed our diseases, and carried our sins. He endured the horror of the cross. But, Jesus rose again, victorious over death and sin.
The insanity, the overwhelming wonder of the Incarnation, is that Jesus came down to earth for you and for me.
And when I think,
that God His Son not sparing,
sent Him to die,
I scarce can take it in.
That on the cross
My burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died
to take away my sin
Then sings my soul,
My Savior, God, to Thee
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
[This is one of several Facebook posts I wanted to save somewhere I could keep them]