In my minds eye, I see the Pharisees in a Victorian era court, where the counsel refers to each other as “learned friend” and the magistrates wear white wigs and speaks with the most illustrious words ever. Then in comes Jesus, a renegade who also has knowledge of the law but doesn’t have time for the colloquial manner of speaking or dressing.
Yet, this man preached the holiest message, he was the light of the world but not by an outward show. Many people missed Jesus in the crowd because they were bent on looking for a Messiah who had a long flowing beard, and mingled with people of ‘like mind’ and definitely fasted among other outward displays of ‘holiness’.
It’s funny how we think that God desires us to look a certain way before we enter into relationship with Him.
I am grateful for this amazing grace, unmerited towards me. I committed myself to praying, and surely God worked through me. It’s about a daily fight, ensuring that our spirits grow and are constantly led by God.