Loving God

Here is a quote from the book, “Loving God,” by Chuck Colson:

“The mind of Jesus could look into the heart of Judas and see every scar, every soiled tissue, but he would say nothing hurtful to this man, even when he knew that Judas was stealing from the common purse, even when he knew (Judas) Iscariot no longer believed in him. Love? It required a unique devotion to continue to address this person as an apostle, to refrain at all times from showing a mark of disfavor, to be able to do it so well that, at the last supper, the others could not guess the name of the traitor and had to ask, one at a time, “Is it I, Lord? Is it I?”

“Love ye one another,” Jesus said, “as I love you.”

Man betrayed Jesus almost every time he was given a choice. He called Jesus a faker; he lied about him; he bunched his lips and spat in the face of his redeemer; he beat him and spent time devising cruelties to vent upon the one who held out hands laden with tenderness.

Has any journalist remarked on the expression when he looked from the face of the young mother to the tiny blue-eyed face inside the bundle she carried at her breast? It was not of consequence. It had no bearing on the grim mission of saving man from himself. Did Jesus long, for a fraction of an instant, to take the little bundle in his own arms, to feel the warmth and goodness of innocence encompassed in a toothless smile? Of course he did. He came here as a man with all the limitations of man – the joys as well as the sorrows, the affections as well as the pains.

These limitations hindered and hurt Jesus at all time because they hobbled his divine nature; these were self imposed fetters that held his feet to earth while his soul yearned to soar. At times these shackles chafed him and he became exasperated with the men around him who tried to understand, but could not.

His little band of warriors could not even remain awake on his last night on earth. At one time or another everyone failed him, even his mother when she pressed him to begin his public ministry before he was ready.

Love? He showed that he preferred to sit with sinners who had need of him than with saints who believed they did not. Jesus knew that the sinner was swimming in dark joys. And he knew that, at some time, the swimmer would become fatigued and would drown if there were no one there to save him. And so, Jesus was willing – nay, eager to sit and sup with the sinners.

What he offered them was not recrimination. Not condemnation. Not a recital of past errors. But Love… Mercy… Forgiveness… No one understood the weakness of the human heart as well as Jesus, and no one was willing to spend the time trying to save one contaminated soul while the healthy and righteous ones grumbled outside the door.

And when the time came to die he flinched from it and worried and sweat blood and felt a convulsive agony even before the busy little man came to the garden to kiss him. Men have gone to death more stoically than this. From the time of the caves on down, the pages of history are replete with the faces of men who looked directly into the face of death and had a smile for a superior enemy.

Jesus did not come here to be brave. He came to be tested as a human being. He came to suffer and to feel pain beyond the power to endure, and to be humiliated, and to die. There was no other way. The pain had to be magnified in a man who was sensitive and hyper-sensitive; in a man who could weep. This too was Jesus.” – (Chuck Colson)

Nothing could be truer, and nothing has changed but for those who are being saved. Pray for the souls of a lost world, that they will come to the Truth, the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.


About B. James Wilson

B. James Wilson is an author, artist, teacher, and student of the Bible. He lives with his wife and family on Florida’s East Coast, where he serves in ministry and writes a variety of history and Bible-based fiction.
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