‘See from His head, His hands, His feet’
When I try to imaging Jesus, I imaging him with long hair and a long beard. I remember from my studies that although it is not recorded He took the vow of a Nazerite, but He did not need to because He is the Son of God, and lived His whole life in a way that showed He was the ‘promised one’ and that he was sinless.
I see a hairy head which accentuates His eyes and mouth. Those features would portray His love for us in His smile and the gleam from His eyes. You can imagine that occasionally a glimpse of His Shekinah glory shined from those beautiful eyes, at such times when he spoke to: the lady who washed His feet; the lady he saved from being stoned; and the lady at the well.
I also imagined that Shekinah glory was seen, as he died on the cross to evoke the words ‘Surely this was the Son of God’. I also envisage His smile as being wonderful as he met, talked, and healed the people.
His beautiful human hands were healing hands, loving hands, and gentle hands. Hands that touched and cleansed lepers. Hands that held children, and comforted others. Hands that demonstrated His lovely serving nature as He washed His disciple’s feet.
Jesus’s human feet allowed Him to walk many miles to meet many people that he could heal and comfort. Feet that took him a long distance away from the normal route just to meet the lady at the well in the heat of the scorching midday sun. A lady who was: a foreigner that Jews despised and hated; an outcast within her own people and could only collect water in the heat of the day after everyone else had left; and a woman that had no morals, just to give her the water of life. Yet Jesus used her to go and tell the villagers all about that living water. Jesus knew beforehand that she would be there, what and who she was, yet His human feet would bear the brunt of that scorching hot earth because He loved her and her fellow villagers. Feet that were washed with tears, dried with hair, kissed in adoration and anointed in worship by a sinful woman.
On that cruel cross where Jesus died, His head was crowned with a wreath of thorns piercing His head. Nails pierced His hands, pierced His feet. Those beautiful, loving features were pierced for us. Taking the pangs of our sin.
See from His head, his hands, his feet, … Sorrow and love flowed mingled down.
Several times we read that Jesus wept, showing his care and love for people.
‘The bible tells us that God so loved the world that He gave us His Only Son that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but everlasting life.’
Jesus’s love for people is also demonstrated through the gospels
From the Gospel of St Mathew, we see how Jesus fulfils everything that has been prophesied about the Messiah in the Old Testament, and in Galatians (5:22-3) we see the attributes of the Holy Spirit being: ‘love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance.’ It then adds ‘against such there is no law’ because the Holy Spirit is pure, righteous and holy. God is a Holy God and although we do not seem to acknowledge it, Jesus is Holy.
The Trinity: Father; Son; and Holy Spirit, all love us and are part of that love mingling down to us
There on the cross Holy Jesus died for me, he died for you, and His Great Love with such sadness flowed down His body in His blood, His sweat, and water. Do we recognise that Sorrow? Does it grasp our attention, our heads, our hearts, that level of His agony and love for us?
The writer of these words, Isaac Watts, really, captures the spirit and enormity of the event. We are placed on Calvary’s Hill, right in the midst of the crowd watching and hearing what is taking place, in a way that challenges our emotions.
I cannot help but align myself with the conclusion penned by Isaac Watts, But How do you react to these words?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.