Few truths convey the authenticity of the Gospel like the appalling servant-hearted nature of King Jesus, who explicitly took on the form of His form to show us the Father in Heaven.
The One who tells the waves how far they’re allowed to travel around the globe also told blindness when its days were up, stopped stones before they left bloodthirsty hands, advocated for little kids, and dropped the hammer on chauvinists bent to publicly revile a young woman.
Our magnificent Maker, who cannot look at the stars He made without insulting His dignity as the High and Lofty One, made Himself into a walking mirror of dirt and blood just so He could kneel in it and wash it off our feet, just so He could have a rusty nail pierce His own to splintery planks and suffocate to save His traitors.
While these characteristics of Jesus are wonderful and illuminate His beauty, we would do both our hearts and His reputation a disservice if we whitewashed the nature of His actions.
This was an intervention. Wrath is coming, and heaven intervened.
When we were drunk on delusion and making deliriously sinful decisions—and delighting in it—Jesus hounded us down, found us out, took us home, locked us up, and He still wrestles us through our tantrums while we work our way through the tormenting fog of withdrawal.
Regeneration is a work, and thank God He will finish what He started.
Redemption is costly, and thank God He didn’t hesitate when He saw the bill our sobriety would cost.
His heart didn’t drop to His gut when He realized it would cost His own blood. The penny never had to drop for Jesus.
Rather, the LORD ordained His own path to the Place of the Skull before He ever uttered “Let there be light.”