In the writings of the New Testament story-tellers, there is an unfolding reality of who Jesus is. Yet, an onslaught of miracles, healings, teachings, undeniable power over demons and nature was never enough to fully convince most people that God was standing before them in human flesh. They touched, handled, and ate with Yahweh, and walked away – astonished, maybe … but unchanged.
What questions and confessions they entertained, disintegrated into fear and unbelief when the government moved in and hung him on high to prove who had the power. It took a resurrection and a visible ascension into the heavens before the truth became solid in their minds and hearts that this could be true. Then the strange visitation of the Holy Spirit on Pentecost secured them body, soul and spirit in the truth so they became martyrs rather than renounce the Truth. And not just a few, but millions! And it is still expanding!
I never got to see Him in the flesh, but I grew up in the stories and was surrounded by believers. All on my own, I totally rebelled against it all and wanted to live like my friends who cared little for such “religious crap” as they called it. But, all that glittered like gold, disintegrated like shards of glass as I experienced the love and forgiveness of my parents who had sold themselves out to the reality of Jesus.
I still haven’t seen Him, but I know Him through others whose lives are deep and true in the His reality. And I have experienced Him myself as this curious “weight of glory” fills my soul and stabilizes me through all the storms past, present or future. And I have this Word that never runs dry, which is as deep as eternity, and which expands me to live large in its truths.
No one else can offer such treasure. No other religion, no other lifestyle, no other belief can come close to the consuming power of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Do you know this “weight of glory” for yourself?
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