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Through Baca’s Vale

April 4

Vandaag

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“But we see Jesus, Who was made a little lower than the angels for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honour; that He by the grace of God should taste death for every man.”
Hebrews 2:9

How wondrous that He Who, as the Son of God, made the angels, should be made inferior to them, and even need and receive their ministering aid and support. O the depths of humiliation to which the blessed Redeemer stooped, carrying down into their lowest point that pure, spotless, holy humanity which He had assumed into union with His divine Person as the Son of God! And let us ever bear carefully in mind that humiliation is not degradation. Our blessed Lord “humbled Himself” by a voluntary act of surpassing grace; and it was no more in the power of men or circumstances to debase Him of His glory than of lying witnesses to strip Him of His innocency. The spotless purity of His sacred humanity, as in union with His divine nature, and as filled with and upheld by the Holy Spirit, preserved it from degradation in its lowest humiliation.

The crown of thorns and the purple robe, the mocking knee of the Roman soldier and the taunting scoff of the Jewish priest, though they called forth the grace, did not tarnish the glory of our suffering Lord. His holy obedience to His Father’s will in drinking the bitter cup, His meek dignity amid the worst of insults, and His calm resignation to all the weight of suffering which God or man laid upon Him, all shone forth the more conspicuously under every attempt to dishonor Him.

It is most sweet and blessed to look down, as it were, into some of those depths of humiliation into which the Redeemer sank, and to see that in the lowest depths of His soul travail, when He was poured out like water, and His heart, broken with grief and sorrow, was melted within Him like wax, He was, in the midst of all, the glorious Son of God, though then the suffering Son of man; and that He was the same Jesus yesterday when hanging on the cross, as He is today at the right hand of His Father, and will be forever in the realms of heavenly bliss.

To the reader…

You who are sometimes mocked or thought little of because of your faith, and who feel that your affliction takes something from you: look to Jesus, Who was made a little lower than the angels for the suffering of death. The crown of thorns, the purple robe and the mockery did not diminish His glory; His meekness and obedience shone out all the more beneath them. Humiliation is not degradation. Even when His heart became like wax, He remained the glorious Son of God.

And this Jesus, yesterday hanging on the cross, is today crowned with glory and honor at the right hand of His Father. By the grace of God He tasted death, and the Father has exalted Him. Do not look, then, at your own lowliness, but to Him. We do not yet see Him with the eye, but faith sees Him, and whoever sees Him so is comforted in his own humiliation.

With warm regards,
The compilers of jcphilpot.nl