For the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve and to give His life as a ransom for many-St. Mark 10:45

   The legend of the Greek Aristides is simple; he performed all his great works out of love for his city-state (country) rather than for personal gain. He died in poverty but beloved by all but the basest of his fellow citizens.

   If Aristides left no great empire of his own was his life wasted? Or did he gain what he wanted and so fulfill himself, benefitting his city-state as an additional benefit?

   In fact, what is it the impetus for a man to step outside himself? Is it the highest selfishness possible for a man to live his life so selflessly he leaves no impression in the sand?

   Nat Tracy used to say, "There are so many things to say about the nature of God in relation to man, it is almost sacrilege to say anything. If we do say anything about God, we ought to say it in a whisper, with our eyes on the sky."

   What is it that makes God step out of the sky? How can God put on a body, a human body and live in the dirt with us? Who minds the universe while God minds a fallen race?

   Greek and Roman mythology tell of gods of flesh who have all the frailties of humanity but on a grander scale. Their appearances usually display sexual need, greed, capricious humor or outright hate. They never give without condition or love without a catch.

  Men can understand gods like that and dismiss them without an eye on the sky. Such gods can be appeased without making a life-altering change.

   Then comes Jesus, the Son of Man, God in the dirt, and God takes on a whole new meaning. Jewish mysticism meets New Covenant ethics. Lamech’s revenge morphs into cheek turning.

   He can’t be ignored, this Servant-Redeemer. If He is any part of the Truth, truth or some truth, then the whole God on man relationship changes.

   Debunk Him. Disbar Him. Deny Him. Defy Him.

   You still have to decide.

   Is He the second coming of Aristides or the first coming of God?

"OK, so I decided about You.

I decided when I was eight years old.

I decided again at thirteen.

I messed up all along the way

but I decided for You again and again and again.

Now, tell me, don’t make me wait

but let me see.

Was I right?

Was I right at eight.

at thirteen,

or since then,

all the times I decided for You?

Don’t misunderstand.

It’s been worth it,

every time.

I only want to know."

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