There is not a lot written here about the Lord. My Lord, Jesus of Nazareth, I mean.
That is partly a conscious decision, on my part. A decision based on the fact that nothing I write could do Him justice.
It is difficult to know exactly what to say about my Lord:
He is my Lord, that much is true.
He is my Light, that also is true.
He is my Salvation, wrestling with me when I was wayward — bringing me into line. A true shepherd, He has led me back into the fold.
I, too, have touched the hem of His garment. And I, too, have been healed. (And I do not mean this as a vagary, but spiritually born anew — reanimated and transformed.)
But beyond all that, Jesus is still very much an enigma: and an intimidating figure at that.
Is He Man?
Is He half man and half god?
Is He fully man and fully God?
How to reconcile all this?
It’s not easy.
Many people—some Christians even—say He is just a man. How to respond to that?
The truth is that I do not know.
Except, of course, for the opening to the Gospel according to John:
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 The same was in the beginning with God. 3 All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.
What I do know is that He redeemed me.
What I do know is that He brought me fully to the Father (i.e. Salvation), when no-one else could.
What I know, is that when I read the Word my innermost being wants to let out a cry: “My Lord and My God”.
“It is enough”. Prepare for battle (spiritual warfare). Gird your loins.