It’s a wonderful thing to be reminded about who He is.
A few months ago I came across a podcast called To The Saints. I don’t quite remember how I came across it but I am really glad I did.
The point of sharing the link of course is for you to check them out for yourselves and see what they’re about as well as listen to their content which comes highly recommended by me. The format of it, those involved in it – and I know it must be something because even my wife, who is not the first person to listen to a podcast, was happy to do so with them and grateful for the experience – that’s almost as high a commendation as my own! (What’s that, beloved? It is higher than mine? We’ll agree that you’re wrong … What’s that? No dinner this evening? Did I mention how much I agree with you about having higher commendations? I’ve always said it.)
As I enjoy the podcast so much, I was delighted to know that they have a presence on Instagram and so thought I’d follow them on that as well. That turned out to be a great move recently because a post they shared put me right onto something worth focusing on.
For me it’s easy at times to get caught up with the busyness of life, so to see this got me to stop and think about that challenge. There is so much scripture outlines about who Jesus is and it’s wonderful to recall these truths of the identity of Jesus. It’s a great exercise to do that from the Scriptures.
It also challenged me to consider who He is from my own experience as in who He really is to me. For example, it got me thinking about the passion I have for football. If my team should win the one trophy that has eluded them for quite a while, I have no shame in announcing that I will be more than delighted. That sense of joy and happiness at the accomplishment of the team will see me being the most generous man on the planet for those few hours, because that’s what that kind of achievement would mean to me.
Yet that does not even compare to the euphoria I receive at the thought of Jesus being revealed, experienced, encountered and embraced. Whether on my own or observing others, whether it’s for the first time or among those who have done the journey for a long time, nothing matches an encounter with Christ. Nothing at all. Learning from Him, living by His life, seeing Him become real for someone who has never considered Him before. There’s no feeling like it.
What also came to me as I was thinking that was the hope that I have in Him that one day I shall be like Him and see Him as He is. That hope of everything that’s been indicated being fully realised as this mortal puts on immortality and this corruptible puts on incorruptibility excites me beyond words. That He should be so personal that I can experience Him in my challenging episodes of life and yet be so majestic as to incur the acknowledgement of the entire earth is astounding. That He has not just rescued but also prepared and persevered with the Bride until she will be presented to Him immaculate in every way is genuinely breathtaking.
This isn’t even scratching the surface of considering who He is to me on a personal basis, but it does highlight how when questions like that come my way, everything can be seen in the bigger picture. Whatever angst or irritation is trivial in the light of considering that question. Whatever burden or bother is rendered of miniscule matter knowing that I have the privilege of knowing and growing in knowing Jesus. Knowing Him as my confidante at work. Knowing Him as my counsellor for my marriage. Knowing Him as my director for my entire course of life. Knowing Him as my inspiration. Knowing Him as my motivation. Knowing Him as my master and Lord.
It’s a wonderful thing to be reminded about who He is.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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