God Sent His Son

God sent His Son to show us what love looked like, revealed through actions and obedience. He was to touch the leper as He extended a hand out to towards rotted flesh – not merely to the shriveled limb but to the very core of a soul. His love would slice through vile, dust-originated, earthly wrappings that encased humans in order to reveal just how powerful His love is for them and for us.

God sent His Son to be ravaged and torn though that Son possessed the power to breathe out and snuff out the very lives that were tearing at His flesh. He came, willingly because He would speak tenderly to the woman who believed all the shameful and humiliating words spoken to her…he would cover them. He would erase them. He would speak words of life and purpose, He would cover her shame and it would be no more.

God sent His Son so that He might deliver essential nourishment into bellies that were growling with bread that had been multiplied after He commanded it to be more than enough to satisfy those who had come to be filled. All while he poured into their hearts a manna that would brim over in their wanting and wasting hearts.

God Sent His Son so that He would compassionately speak to those who were despised, not merely rejected but appalling to those who knew them. Those who were told they deserved the suffering and squirming of being called “the worst of sinners.” He spoke to them life rather than bondage. He set worth upon them that had nothing to do with their pasts, their possessions or positions.

God Sent His Son not so we might parade around as if we had “earned” the right to be more important, better, seen, heard, but so we could be simply and humbly redeemed. There’s nothing that man could do to position himself before a Holy God. So He came to right the twisting off of fruit from the branch and placed inside the woman’s mouth. He came to take back the life that had been turned abruptly towards death. The countdown began for His coming the moment the serpent slithered towards her and spoke his cunning lie which then made the lips of the woman question, “Did God really say….”

God sent His Son at the appointed time when all of creation bent down to see the unfolding of ultimate love that would be stretched out upon the very trees He had created, to the very people He had woven for the purpose of bridging what had been lost and what He had intended all along – intimacy with His children.

God sent His Son because His love for us was greater than the death that Satan wished upon us. Majestic hands that fashioned the starry sky out of nothing – willingly became tiny coiled fingers of a helpless baby when confined to a womb. He surrendered His place beside His Father so that “Emmanuel,” God with us, might be fully known and fully seen.

God sent His Son, looking right at our needy selves when He spoke to the woman at the well. He revealed His compassionate provision when He feed the 5,000 as well as the 500. Arms that rose towards the heavens, giving thanks to the Father in heaven were offered to us when they were torn away from the shoulders, pulled out of their sockets and then spread wide upon the rugged

wood. He presented the flesh on his back that it might be stripped and savagely ripped in order that we might be healed.

God sent Son whose hands extended love, reached towards, touched and healed the diseased, twisted and broken. The Lamb of God held the cup at the Last Supper and received and bore the cup of suffering in Gethsemane – He willfully gave his hands so they could be crushed and pierced for our sake.

He became one of us so that we might have the way back – before the garden – to know the intimacy He created us for (with Him).

He came because He was sent.

He died because He loved.

He arose because His power and reign will never cease nor wane.

God sent His Son. Jesus willfully came. The Spirit was given.

It is all in essence and truth that God has fully, completely done and accomplished what man could not do.

God sent His Son, in order that whom ever shall believe and call upon Him shall be saved

Joy Mcclain
Joy Mcclain

Married to my beloved, Mark, for 27 years and blessed with four awesome kids, one daughter-in-law, and two son-in-laws. Our hearts shot over the moon with joy as we welcomed our first grandchild, Ezra James. We never tire of marveling at what God has done in our lives and continues to do in our hearts! Out of the overflow of that gratitude is a ministry to families – especially couples that are struggling and the newly married.