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Max Lucado – What We Do to Him

 

How we treat others is how we treat Jesus.

The soldiers bowed before Jesus, making fun of him, saying ‘Hail, King of the Jews!’  They spat on Jesus.  They began to beat him on the head.  Then they led him away to be crucified.” (Mark 15:18-19).

The soldiers’ assignment was simple.  Take the Nazarene to the hill and kill him.  But they wanted to have some fun first.  Strong, armed soldiers encircled an exhausted, nearly dead Galilean carpenter and beat up on him. The beating was commanded.  The crucifixion was ordered.  But the spitting?  Spitting isn’t intended to hurt the body—it can’t.  Spitting is intended to degrade the soul, and it does.

Ever done that?  Maybe you haven’t spit on anyone, but have you gossiped?  Raised your hand in anger?  Ever made someone feel bad so you would feel good? Our Lord explained this truth in Matthew 25:40:  How we treat others is how we treat Jesus!

“So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.” (Matthew 7:12)

Charles Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

 

Morning  “Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name

Immanuel.” / Isaiah 7:14

Let us today go down to Bethlehem, and in company with wondering shepherds and

adoring Magi, let us see him who was born King of the Jews, for we by faith

can claim an interest in him, and can sing, “Unto us a child is born, unto us

a son is given.” Jesus is Jehovah incarnate, our Lord and our God, and yet our

brother and friend; let us adore and admire. Let us notice at the very first

glance his miraculous conception. It was a thing unheard of before, and

unparalleled since, that a virgin should conceive and bear a Son. The first

promise ran thus, “The seed of the woman,” not the offspring of the man. Since

venturous woman led the way in the sin which brought forth Paradise lost, she,

and she alone, ushers in the Regainer of Paradise. Our Saviour, although truly

man, was as to his human nature the Holy One of God. Let us reverently bow

before the holy Child whose innocence restores to manhood its ancient glory;

and let us pray that he may be formed in us, the hope of glory. Fail not to

note his humble parentage. His mother has been described simply as “a virgin,”

not a princess, or prophetess, nor a matron of large estate. True the blood of

kings ran in her veins; nor was her mind a weak and untaught one, for she

could sing most sweetly a song of praise; but yet how humble her position, how

poor the man to whom she stood affianced, and how miserable the accommodation

afforded to the new-born King!

Immanuel, God with us in our nature, in our sorrow, in our lifework, in our

punishment, in our grave, and now with us, or rather we with him, in

resurrection, ascension, triumph, and Second Advent splendour.

 

Evening “And it was so, when the days of their feasting were gone about, that Job sent

and sanctified them, and rose up early in the morning, and offered burnt

offerings according to the number of them all: for Job said, It may be that my

sons have sinned, and cursed God in their hearts. Thus did Job continually.” /

Job 1:5

What the patriarch did early in the morning, after the family festivities, it

will be well for the believer to do for himself ere he rests tonight. Amid the

cheerfulness of household gatherings it is easy to slide into sinful levities,

and to forget our avowed character as Christians. It ought not to be so, but

so it is, that our days of feasting are very seldom days of sanctified

enjoyment, but too frequently degenerate into unhallowed mirth. There is a way

of joy as pure and sanctifying as though one bathed in the rivers of Eden:

holy gratitude should be quite as purifying an element as grief. Alas! for our

poor hearts, that facts prove that the house of mourning is better than the

house of feasting. Come, believer, in what have you sinned today? Have you

been forgetful of your high calling? Have you been even as others in idle

words and loose speeches? Then confess the sin, and fly to the sacrifice. The

sacrifice sanctifies. The precious blood of the Lamb slain removes the guilt,

and purges away the defilement of our sins of ignorance and carelessness. This

is the best ending of a Christmas-day–to wash anew in the cleansing fountain.

Believer, come to this sacrifice continually; if it be so good tonight, it is

good every night. To live at the altar is the privilege of the royal

priesthood; to them sin, great as it is, is nevertheless no cause for despair,

since they draw near yet again to the sin-atoning victim, and their conscience

is purged from dead works.

Gladly I close this festive day,

Grasping the altar’s hallow’d horn;

My slips and faults are washed away,

The Lamb has all my trespass borne.

The Real Story – Ravi Zacharias

 

The foreign magi arrived in the little town of Bethlehem, not as three lone men as many songs and nativity scenes suggest, but likely in a large caravan of many travelers, equipment, and servants—a convoy fit for a long journey bearing great wealth. The magi were learned men disciplined in the field of astrology, who saw in the very stars something that moved them to take a long and difficult journey. They came seeking to pay homage to the newborn and promising king that the skies predicted.

Like the shepherds in the story we know from pageants and figurines, the magi were not looking for a savior. They were attending to their work when they found themselves startled by what they saw in the heavens. Coming from a land far away from the news and beliefs of Israel, they would not have known the ancient promises of Israel’s prophets; they would have had no language to articulate a messiah born to save a people or all nations. They simply saw a star and understood it was the sign of a unique and momentous birth they had to see for themselves.

When they arrived in Jerusalem, they would have stood out from the local crowds in their foreign garb and well-traversed caravan. Seeking a king, it made sense that their first inquiry would be to the place of authority, to Herod’s palace, the present king. Matthew reports, “In the time of King Herod, after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea, wise men from the East came to Jerusalem, asking, ‘Where is the child who has been born king of the Jews? For we observed his star at its rising, and have come to pay him homage.’” What the magi likely did not know was that Herod ruled not in greatness of kingship but with great paranoia and deadly tactics of power and destruction. He is described as a madman who put to death many of his own family members, including two of his sons out of fear of their disloyalty and rise to power. Needless to say, when Herod learned of the magi’s journey to behold the birth of a new king, he was angry and threatened by the news. Matthew reports, “[Herod] was frightened, and all Jerusalem with him.” The people of Jerusalem were well acquainted with Herod’s murderous tactics when fear and paranoia reigned in his kingdom.

The story of the nativity, the shepherds and the wise men, the gifts and the star, is one many receive with warm and happy ritual, often regardless of religious affiliation. Whether we hear it merely culturally, with ceremonial nicety, or as the bold story of Christ’s Advent, it is a story we have deemed fit for children’s pageants and music at shopping malls. Yet here, in this story we tell with rightful merriment, a story of joyful news and memorable characters, is also a dark tale of tears and fear and sorrow. Even Christians who thoroughly love the story and believe the accounts of the infant’s birth often forget the costly plot of the magi.

When Herod discovered that the magi had tricked him, leaving town without reporting where they found the child king, he gave orders to kill all the boys in Bethlehem and its vicinity who were two years old and under. At this decree, Matthew recalls what was said through the prophet Jeremiah long ago, now sadly fulfilled: “A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more” (Matthew 2:16-18).

Herod’s violent reaction to the news of a newborn king casts a very sad shadow on a beautiful story. We remember with delight the magi outsmarting Herod by leaving for their country on another road. We remember with triumph that Mary, Joseph, and Jesus are able to escape to safety despite the murderous arm of a powerful ruler. But at what despairing cost? For the little town of Bethlehem, Herod’s command brought about excruciating sorrow. In fact, the inclusion of this frightful story at all is a grim and curious addition in an otherwise joyful telling of the beginnings of Christmas. It is no wonder we seldom reflect on it.

But what if its inclusion is precisely what can move us to believe that the story of Christ’s birth is about the world we really know and not a world of fanciful stories, pageantry, and nicety? For here, in the very account of God’s reaching out to the world is an account of humanity’s despairing and destructive ways, as well as the deep and painful suffering of the very real world into which Jesus came. The grave offense of humanity, the pain of the humanity, and the agonizing need for a radically different hope, is all a part of the story.

For the wise outsiders who first paid him homage, it was not wealth or power or significance of a throne that moved them. They carried gifts past Herod the Great to a far greater king with good reason.

Jill Carattini is managing editor of A Slice of Infinity at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia.