It was 4:30 in the morning as I was awoken with a thought so pure and tranquil that brought alertness within the slumber in which I was encompassed within, but the thought in which I had is one I ponder now as I write.
When you think about Jesus, what is the one thing that comes to mind? His gentleness, His love, His divine nature, or His ability to do what no flawed man could do? Maybe one of these things is closest to which your mind is now thinking upon or maybe your mind has gone deeper into the beauty of who Christ is; the beauty in which made Him beautifully humble, yet all the more powerful at the same time.
His utter humanity.
Jesus, both God and man, humbled His very self to take on the form of man to suffer, die, and surrender His all so that we could dwell with Him forever. The Lord, magnified, gloried, and Holy, broke bread with others, breathed out grace to others, and was a friend to many who crossed His path while instructing them in the way they should go.
He was a teacher, a friend, a confidant, and a lover of the broken souls who grasped the robe of Jesus with shaky hands as they looked into love filled eyes. His humanity, His beautiful and utter humanity, is what speaks beauty into my soul; beauty of a God who gave it all to become like us.
Oh, how I wonder about the many times the Lord woke up before dawn and pondered the day ahead as His disciples lay sleeping while He thought on things above. How I wonder about the jokes Him and the disciples must of had as they walked from city to city to testify of the grace that was soon arriving. How many laughs did Jesus share? What nicknames did Jesus have? What inside jokes did they share that were only understood if you “were there to see it? Oh, how many answers I so wish I knew.
I wonder about the many times Jesus broke bread with others as He listened to their conversations as they ate together. I wonder about the gentle way in which He washed others feet as He showed full and utter humility unto the very ones in which He would be slain for, and I often wonder of his heart felt eyes in which many had seen.
I wonder about His carpentry skills in which He loved due to Joseph and his profession. How I wonder about the bedtime stories Mary must have told Jesus as He fell asleep as a child, which often leaves me wondering about the childhood friends He must have played innocently with. Little did those children know that the very child in which they played with was the very child who would save the world.
These are the things in which I find so tender about Christ; His utter humanity. The bedtime stories that He must have heard, the dinners Mary must have made Him, and the mornings in which Jesus arose early to ponder on the glorious things above; these are the things in which I love so deeply about Jesus.
The Lord could have stepped down from His throne to become a rich man lavished in riches and beautiful things, and yet He came as a humble servant of little riches and wealth, for He was not presumed with the woes of the world, but He was set after our hearts in which He longed for.
This is the beauty of Christ, both God and man, for He did not have to come as a humble man to die for us as He left His righteous throne, but due to His affection and compassion to us, He willingly did in all humility.
This is the beauty of Jesus.
This is the reckless love in which was slain.
This is the Lord our God.
This is His utter humanity; the utter humanity in which is dear to my heart.
This is Jesus.
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16