Someone Beautiful

This excerpt is from a book I have been reading.

The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. John 1:14

He was, at the very least, the most remarkable person to walk this earth. he came with words to incredible to believe, and wonders to incredible not to.

His footsteps shook the world, leaving a crevasse across the centuries, separating the ones that stretched ahead of him from those who lay behind him. The prints left by those steps were not made by the hobnailed boots of a soldier or by the tailored footwear of a senator. They were made by sandals, sandals as unaccustomed to floors of marble as they were to fields of battle.

Who was the man who wore them? This man who wielded no sword, commanded no army. This man whose steps were so foreign to the corridors of power. (But whose very words are it's essence)

About him we know so very little. We know next to nothing about his childhood. And comparatively little about his adulthood. For John tells us that if everything had been written down that he did, the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written. Yet he himself wrote nothing. His sermons were short. His prayers, mostly private. His ministry, a scant three and a half years.

Who was this man who changed the world, walking wherever he went in such ordinary sandals?

His name was Jesus.
Some knew him as Savior.

by Ken Gire "Moments With The Savior"

What happens in us that we see him? What situations in our lives bring us to the point that we begin to question outside of our own experiences. Why are we here? Is this all just for us to try and leave some mark on this decaying world?

My Aunt just wrote me a letter. She had gone to Alameda for a little break and gone by my grandparents old place. My Grandfather was an incredible gardener. He loved it. He spent most of his days tending, planning, creating beauty, and it was an incredible sight to behold, his gardens. There is nothing left. The weeds are so high one can barely see the house. The once nice neighborhood has deteriorated into disgrace. Bars adorn the windows. This once lovely area would now cause one's mind to exercise caution, unsafe.

At first the words just saddened me. My Grandfather built two beautiful gardens that by all standards of what is lovely should have been preserved, for their unique design and pleasing beauty. They were not. As I thought this I realized that so goes the way of all things temporal. All things that are here. It is not that we should not enjoy, we are to eat, drink, and enjoy the works of our hands! But that cannot be all there is. Life itself would be so futile, so empty. If it is true that there is no God, that we are our own gods, that we make our lives and this is all their is; then we who believe are to be most pitied.

However, it is not true. This man Jesus, a Jew from Nazareth, walked this earth in sandaled feet. He lived. He died, and He alone raised Himself from the dead; to be the first among us to defeat sin and death.

He lives, it is true. He is coming again. Are you ready to meet Him?