He was the meekest and lowliest of all the sons of men: yet He said that He would come on the clouds of heaven in the glory of God.
He was so austere that evil spirits and demons cried out in terror at His coming: yet He was so genial and winsome and approachable that the children loved to play with Him, and the little ones nestled in His arms; and His company in the innocent gaiety of a village wedding was like the sunshine.
No one was ever half so kind or compassionate to sinners: yet no one ever spoke such red-hot, scorching words about sin.
He would not break the bruised reed, and His whole life was love: yet on one occasion He demanded of the Pharisees how they expected to escape the damnation of hell.
He was a dreamer of dreams and a seer of visions: yet for sheer stark naked realism He has all our self-styled “realists” beaten.
He was the servant of all, washing the disciples’ feet : yet masterfully He strode into the Temple, and the hucksters and traders fell over one another in their mad rush to get away from the fire they saw blazing in His eyes.
He saved others: yet at the last, Himself He would not save.
There is nothing in history like the union of contrasts that confronts you in the Gospels. The mystery of Jesus is the mystery of a personality.
~James Stewart~
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
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I have listened to Ravi Zacharias speak these same word exactly in His speech. I would like to know if you borrowed the words from him of him form you. Justin
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