Jesus

He was the meekest and lowliest of all the sons of men,

yet he spoke of coming on

the clouds of heaven in the glory of God.

He was so austere that evil spirits

and demons cried out in terror at his coming,

yet so gentle, winsome and approachable

that the little children would run up to Him and nestle in His arms.

His presence at the innocence of the village wedding

was like the presence of sunshine.

No one was half so kind or compassionate to sinners,

yet no one spoke such red hot scorching words about sin.

A bruised reed He would not break, His whole life was love,

yet on one occasion He demanded of the Pharisees

how they were expecting to escape the damnation of hell.

He was a dreamer of dreams and a seer of visions,

yet for purposes of realism He has

all of the self proclaimed realists soundly beaten.

He was a servant of all washing the disciples feet,

yet masterfully he strode into the temple

and all of the hucksters and the money changers fell over one

another in their mad rush to get out of the way of the fire

they saw blazing in His eyes.

He saved others, but at last and in the end himself He did not save.

There is nothing in all of history that confronts us

like the union of contrast presented in the gospels.

The mystery of Jesus is the mystery of divine personality.

Extracted from The Strong Name by James Stewart