Son of Man...

I think that perhaps my favorite title for Jesus is Son of Man.

It's hard to wrap the finite mind around the fact that God became Man,

that He laid aside His godly rights and took on human weakness and frailty.

For love.

For us.

I think of how frustrated I am about all the the terrible heart wrenching current events happening in our world.

Jesus must have felt the same way when He walked this earth in a human body.

He lived in the midst of the oppression and injustice of Roman rule.

He saw poverty.

He saw sickness.

I'm sure even two thousand plus years ago there was rape and murder and crime.

He was physically in the middle of all of this sin twisted mess,

yet He did't use His godly power, the same power with which He created this earth,

to clean the mess all up.

He didn't make every sick person well.

He didn't stop Roman oppression.

He didn't put an end to poverty.

Instead, He fully trusted in His Father's voice, His Father's instructions, 

and only did what His Father told Him to,

and only spoke what His Father told him.

He healed the lepers, and the lame, and the blind.

He fed the five thousand.

He raised Lazarus from the dead.

He had a life changing encounter with a Samaritan woman.

But He didn't heal everyone.

He didn't feed everyone.

Families lost loved ones to death and Jesus didn't come to the rescue.

It wasn't His time to make all the wrong things right,

not yet.

And then He died and rose again and hung around for forty days before ascending into heaven.

There's a Human Being sitting in the seat of honor at God the Father's right hand.

One of us, the Son of Man, is ruling and reigning in heaven.

And still He waits for the nod from the Father,

the go ahead signal,

the final trumpet sound,

when He can come back to planet earth,

but this time in the fullness of His glory and His splendor.

This time, He will come to clean the whole mess up.

Today as I walked beside the sea, I thought of Jesus' time here on earth, 

of how so much of His life was spent by the sea.

I wondered if the One Who spoke the sea into existence looked at it and murmured under His breath, "this is good!", like He did on the day He made it.

 I thought about how He was at peace doing what His Father told Him to do, 

even when there was still a whole lot of mess He could do nothing about.

I thought about how He trusted the Father with the rest, about how He trusted the Father with the timing.

 I realized, that's the way I have to live in order to not be overwhelmed, 

in order to not be overcome.

I have to listen to the Father and do what He says,

help who He says to help,

say what He says to say,

and trust the whole rest of the mess to Him.

Until it's time,

until He gives Jesus the nod,

until the trumpet sounds,

and finally,

(finally!),

the Son of Man returns.

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