…A little boy, about ten, leans forward in his seat. The man with the scroll is reading aloud those beautiful words, articulating every one like they were individual works of art.
“The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is upon me, because He has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor…”
The little boy quietly shifts his weight; he’s been here for quite some time.
“…to bind up the brokenhearted, and proclaim freedom for the captives…”
He could listen to the rabbi’s voice all day. There is such power in those words, such sweetness. The boy’s heart is throbbing with the passion that flows from the words to his soul.
“…a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning…”
Still intently focused on every word from the teacher’s mouth, the boy is well aware of the curious stares from the grown men who stand about him. Some of them have befriended him; they are amused by his custom of never missing a single reading. Others try to just ignore the little boy who remembers every word ever spoken here.
“For I, the Lord, love justice; I hate robbery and wrongdoing.”
Why does something feel different today? The boy is baffled; it feels like he’s on the edge of something, waiting for the final push over the edge. Or maybe it feels more like a seed, ready to burst from the sprout it can’t contain any longer. Whatever it is, he knows it will change him.
“…He has clothed me with garments of salvation…”
Salvation…there’s something about that word…
“…and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness…”
That’s me.
His heart stops. The whisper rings in his ears, silencing the world around him.
That’s me.
It’s not so much of a whisper this time. The little boy’s eyebrows furrow as the words slide down into his heart. He can feel their roots slicing past the innocence and purity within him, binding themselves around the unquenchable hunger he’s always known.
That’s me.
He takes a quick glance at the men around him; can they hear it too? Surely they do! It was so clear that time.
I am the Savior of this world.
Suddenly, the boy is flooded with words, feelings, pictures, sounds that are utterly indescribable. He feels like he’s falling, but undoubtedly flying. Oh, he’s never felt such anger before! And where is such delight found? The beauty envelops him; his eyes close in the overwhelming magnitude of what stands before him. Swirls of light, crashes of waves, whispers of angels…
There’s a hand on his shoulder.
“Will you sit here all day?”
The rabbi’s scroll is rolled, the sun slipping beneath the horizon, his mother watches from a distance. The look in her son’s eyes is unmistakable…she had seen it in the angel’s.
Perhaps this child truly was a miracle.
* * *.
Hebrews 5:8 says Jesus learned obedience through the things He suffered. He was human. He had to find His identity, just like you and me. He probably didn’t have the answer every time, but He had the Holy Spirit to guide Him. And He left the Holy Spirit in the earth so He could guide us too.
I don’t know what else to say! Except that I hope this new perspective of Jesus can make Him more relatable to you. He loves you. He loves you! He’ll wait as long as it takes for you to realize the magnitude of His love for you; and when you do, He'll be ready to give it to you.
Scripture taken from Isaiah 61.
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Jesseca, I don't know this doesn't have any comments. This is incredible. So so incredible. And all so true as well. Jesus was human, and endured each and every emotion that we have today. We realize that the enemy attempts to bring us down because he knows the great call on our lives, so it makes me think how much MORE did he pulled at Jesus from every angle. And yet, my Savior never faltered. Incredible.
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