Thoughts on the Humanity of Christ
During Jesus’ earthly ministry (His incarnation), He was in His humanity. Jesus was not lofty. His head was not somewhere in the clouds that He had made. He is omniscient but He didn’t come across as a know-it-all.
The Almighty Himself wasn’t high and mighty in attitude. He was perfect God but not too good to be a friend to the common man. Jesus is the eternal optimist. Jesus wasn’t uppity, although he owns all the real estate on a thousand hills and in a million solar systems.
He didn’t come to show off for glory. He came to great pains. He allowed Himself to be enclosed in a human body when, before, the universe could not contain Him. His physique was stout and strong—He was a construction worker as well as a teacher. He was not a weakling nor a Mama’s boy. He held the world on His massive shoulders and the redemption of billions of people in his hands and feet.
He did not need to study, but studied in the synagogue every day. He wasn’t a politician—He never used his status as King of Heaven and Earth and the universe for personal gain. He was not a bragger. His personality made Him look lovable to the masses, so He was resented by the religious leaders and hypocrites.
Christ went to a wedding. Perhaps He was comparing or rehearsing for the big one in heaven. Perhaps He went to enjoy Himself. Have you ever thought about that? Have you ever wondered if Jesus enjoyed Himself? Of course He did. Yes, as a child He was a serious student of the Word, but He was a child, and children play.
Jesus learned carpentry from His stepfather Joseph. You can bet He hit His thumb or finger more than once with a hammer. He was well acquainted with pain all His short life. He was well acquainted with life—with mankind. He fought sin and death first hand and He conquered both once, because once was enough. He did the job right the first time even though His hands and feet were nailed to a tree, for you and for me.
He was a man of sorrow yet perfectly happy. He was a man on a mission with the human race as His vision, and He never looked back. How could we not care? When the doors of church open on Sunday, how can we not be there?