Note: On Tuesdays, you can find me at Your Daily Tripod, owned by my friend TonyD. A longer version of the post below appears there.
Every day.
Every day the disciples saw Him, heard Him, could touch Him. It wasn’t that they didn’t appreciate Him as a charismatic, challenging teacher and friend, albeit a bit of an odd and confusing one. But making the leap of faith to viewing Him as the promised Messiah, well, that took a
while, even when He made it plain.
Then turning to the disciples, Jesus said to them privately, “Blessed are the eyes that see what you see! For I tell you that many prophets and kings desired to see what you see, but did not see it, and to hear what you hear, but did not hear it.” (Luke 10:23-24)
Every day.
Sometimes, that which is right before is the most difficult to see. It becomes commonplace, almost mundane. We fail to appreciate His presence in our lives and in the world, preferring to focus on the ills and evil, or taking for granted His wonderful gifts in nature, in technology, in the smiles of people we love and those we encounter just for a few seconds.
Every day.
Yes, the prophets and kings of old had desired to see the Messiah, but you have to wonder whether they would have recognized Jesus or dismissed Him as a pretender. It doesn’t really matter. What matters to our hope of salvation is recognizing Him every day, giving thanks, providing comfort to His people, and finding rest and strength in Him above all.
Every day.
