Many of us have remarked how some of us call Jesus ‘the Christ’, and
some ‘the Word’, and others call Him ‘the Nazarene’, and still others ‘the Son
of Man’. I tried to understand these names in the light that he gave to me.
But none of them works well.
To me he is the Jesus who loved. His
every action was an act of love. Every word that slipped from his lip was a
pearl of great price, a proclamation from God, a wooing. And as our God is a
God of love, so his every word was motivated by love and was about love. His
words were the product of a love to be shared with those who need love.
I remember well that evening. It was a
night of many candles, a night of tremendous joy. It was the night of the
Passover celebration and a night of tremendous depth. It was also the last
night of his mortal life. It was a night when he came together with his friends
and shared the mystery of God in ways we would previously have thought
unfathomable in their import and meaning.
It seems natural that we combined
these themes of remembering and Passover, forgiveness and new life, remembering
God and remembering Jesus with a meal underpinned with a command to love. But
that’s the God we choose to serve. (with apologies to Kahlil Gibran, Jesus: The Son of Man)
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