“Jesus was not a godlike man, nor a manlike God. He was God-man.
Midwifed by a carpenter.
Bathed by a peasant girl.
The maker of the world with a bellybutton.
The author of the Torah being taught the Torah.
Heaven’s human. And because he was, we are left with scratch-your-head, double-blink, what’s-wrong-with-this-picture? moments like these:
Bordeaux instead of H2O.
A cripple sponsoring the town dance.
A sack lunch satisfying five thousand tummies.
And, most of all, a grave: guarded by soldiers, sealed by a rock, yet vacated by a three-days-dead man.
What do we do such moments?
What do we do with such a person? We applaud men for doing good things. We enshrine God for doing great things. But when a man does God things?
One thing is certain, we can’t ignore him.
Why would we want to? If these moments are factual, if the claim of Christ is actual, then he was, at once, man and God.
… Don’t we need a God-man Savior? A just-God Jesus could make us but not understand us. A just-man Jesus could love us but never save us. But a God-man Jesus? Near enough to touch. Strong enough to trust. A next door Savior.
A Savior found by millions to be irresistible. Nothing compares to ‘the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord’ (Phil. 3:8 RSV). The reward of Christianity is Christ.”
Next Door Savior- Max Lucado
