The One Thing We Forget About Jesus
Posted on April 17, 2014
We know Jesus as our Messiah–the Lord of Lords and King of Kings. It’s difficult to doubt his position as rightful heir to the Kingdom of Heaven. There is, however, one thing I believe that we forget about Jesus. Amid his deity-status and transcendence, the Gospel illustrates Jesus as humanity’s greatest advocate. He is not just Jesus stretched out on the cross dying for our sins. He is also Jesus kneeled at the feet of the Father pleading for our lives. What we–too often– forget is that Jesus is our intercessor.
Our forgetfulness is many times reflected in the way we pray. We take our deepest needs, hurts, and vulnerabilities before God bellowing them out in the way a small child pounds his father’s legs begging to be heard. It’s not that we are flexing our faith as much as we are flinching in fear. What lies at the depths of our prayers is an uncertainty that God does, indeed, hear us and care. The truth is He cares about our desires more than we do because we have Jesus standing in the proxy confirming that we are royal, holy, and redeemed. His pierced hands vouch for our position as sons and daughters of the Creator.
When I was a young girl it was no secret that my stepfather (affectionately known as my dad) had a soft spot for me. I was by no means a spoiled child–far from it, but my dad couldn’t resist obliging my requests. I was his Pumpkin; the apple of his eye. My older brother–being far more cunning than me–learned to make his requests by sending me as the representative. Whenever he wanted more time to play outside, I was entrusted with the task of asking dad if we could stay out longer.
I never lacked confidence in asking my dad for anything. I knew his heart for me; even if a request was denied (they rarely were) he would do so out of love and not out of baseless authority. Each plea happened the same: I would walk up to him while he cooked dinner. I would wait patiently until he acknowledged my presence and then looking him in the eyes I would go for the ask, “Dad, can Sidi and I please stay out a little longer? We’ll stay close to where you can see us.” He would turn towards me; smile; nod his head; kiss my cheek, and walk over to my brother giving suspecting yet jovial glances. We were free to spend more time outside so as long as we remained near. Looking back I realize my dad knew what we were planning to ask long before I made my way to the kitchen. He heard my brother and I whispering our plans and I believe he enjoyed meeting us at our need simply because I asked.
It seems this is the way Jesus intercedes on our behalf. He approaches the throne boldly even when we cannot. He rests in the assurance of His father’s love, confident that God will oblige His requests on our behalf. He waits patiently though our patience wears thin. Then, he looks at the father asking, “Abba, can we have more time please? I’ll make sure to keep them close.”
My hope for each of you today is you will be encouraged knowing that your prayers are not merely sent into the ether. They are placed in the care of Jesus. He is standing before God on your behalf. The Creator delights in granting you the desires of your heart because our Son-ship was merited through the grace of the Cross. Never forget that you have been and are constantly being confirmed by Christ. So, as you wait on God to meet you in your place of need, remember there’s always more time–in the waiting–to go outside and play.
Now it’s your turn: how does remembering that Jesus intercedes on our behalf change the way you relate to the Holy Trinity?
Tell me in the comments section below.