Jesus took the Twelve aside and told them, “We are going up to Jerusalem, and everything that is written by the prophets about the Son of Man will be fulfilled. He will be handed over to the Gentiles. They will mock him, insult him, spit on him, flog him and kill him. On the third day he will rise again.” The disciples did not understand any of this. Its meaning was hidden from them, and they did not know what he was talking about.
I had planned to read a bit more today, but those four verses stopped me in my tracks.
Oh, we serve such a humble King. Jesus–king of all creation, eternally God, majestic and powerful in all his ways, more beautiful and more glorious than the rising sun–humbled himself on our behalf. He hid his glory and appeared as a man. He let men mock him, spit at him, beat him. He–the righteous one, the perfect one, the holy one–let wicked and unholy men give to him the punishment that they deserved.
He hid his glory so well that none understood his nature while he lived.
Oh, what a humble God we serve!
Philippians 2:5-8 reads, “Have this attitude in yourselves which was also in Christ Jesus, who, although He existed in the form of God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself, taking the form of a bond-servant, and being made in the likeness of men. Being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.”
What humility our God has, that he would cover his glory in order that men could then confuse him for a criminal and so slaughter him for their own enjoyment and sick gratification.
I stand amazed.