IN THE Book of John, chapter 5, Jesus talks about his Father… a lot.
It’s like a boy whose dad is a fireman. The kid just can’t stop talking about how awesome his dad is.
“My Father is working still, and I am working.”
“…the Son can do nothing of his own accord, but only what he sees the Father doing; for whatever he does, that the Son does likewise….
“For the Father loves the Son…”
Jesus goes on and on, he simply gushes over his dad. He wants to be just like him. He is him.
I remember when my son was a small child. His trust in me and admiration made me feel like a superman king. So innocent, he always looked for my attention and approval.
Take this to the heavenly level. Think of it on terms that transcend all human experience.
The most trusting, obedient, and innocent child ever. The Son of God, now a man, fully grown into his role as the Messiah. King of kings, Lord of lords. But still — deep down in his heart — a trusting innocent child.
“Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven….” (Mat 18:3)
And this trusting, obedient child given up on the cross. Fully aware and perfectly innocent. I think about this combination. The purest most innocent heart combined with wisdom that fully comprehends the darkness of sin.
Christ accepted all sin upon him in this context. How???
It’s an impossible combination without God.
Consider an abused child, not only suffering the moment, but also knowing the full depth of the abuser’s dark heart. It hurts me just to think about this. In human terms, a child would be wounded and confused.
The understanding of our Lord amplified his suffering… multiplied by a factor of billions.
And… the understanding of our Lord made it possible for him to accept it all.
Any other human would have been obliterated. But Christ stood his ground. He remained loyal to the will of his Father. The wide eyed boy, now a man, sacrificing all for the love of his Father. All for me. All for you.
I think again of my son, when he was just a little boy. A baby.
Could I give him up in such a way? For the killer and the thief? For the abuser, the user and corrupt? For the liar, hypocrite, cheater?
I want to turn away from the cross, but instead I must look at it. There is the glory of God. Lifted up high.
All this for me? It’s not pride or vanity to say that I have been transformed. How could I not change knowing what Christ did for me?
“My Father is working still, and I am working.”
Keep working on me, oh Lord. Keep working.
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