There’s a long powerful arm that reaches far to pull things up, to raise and rescue people and predicaments. But that arm mostly reaches into graves.
My problem is I don’t want to go into the grave first.
Jesus did. Independent God becomes dependent man and lives like I have to live, dependent on the deity of another. Not grasping for equality with God but giving it up. Making himself nothing. Taking the form of a servant. Humbling himself. Becoming obedient to death, even death on a cross where only really bad guilty people die – as if he’s saying, “Yeah, that’s me.” He takes the blame for the sin of others. All voluntarily while deserving credit and glory.
He has all the superpowers of God but won’t use them for himself. I got nothing and then put my hope it it.
“Therefore God has exalted him…” (Philippians 2) from the grave of surrender and hopelessness.
Maybe one of the hardest things for humans to do is voluntarily step into a grave. As long as there’s a speck of hope in myself, I won’t.
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