Just Admit It: You Don’t Know What “Messiah” Is and That’s Okay
Just admit it: you don’t know what Jesus means when he accepts his status as the Messiah.
To Peter, it meant that God is (finally) going to drive out the Romans — those conquering Westerners and their weird pantheon of cultic worship — be gone from our holy land!
To Valentinus, it meant something like ‘Jesus has come to enlighten us to the secret knowledge (gnosis) of the divine spark within us and thus free us from the prison of physicality.’
To Irenaeus, it meant Christ reunited us with the Father by perfecting every stage of the human experience.
To John Calvin, it meant Christ died for an elect group — limited atonement, as it were.
It takes revelation, standing on the shoulders of giants, and a bit of courage and a dash of humility to understand God’s great redemptive plan of history. But we’d be kidding ourselves if we said we understood God in our lives. You see, the question of what Jesus’ status of Messiah means for us is up in the air depending on the day of the week. Perhaps, for some, it means a repentance of sins on one day and a promise of their dream job the next. Perhaps for some, it is spiritual one week and very materialistic the next.
Jesus is not an open book. He has revealed his role as Messiah to us in some ways, but a reading of the Gospels seems to reveal his desire for synergy on behalf of his bride.
When Jesus asks Peter, “Who do you say I am?” I think he’s asking everybody reading those words from a couple thousand years ago the same question. Who do we say He is? I think an honest answer is something like the following:
“Who do I say you are? You are the I Am. You are who You say You are. I don’t actually think I always know what it means for you to be the Son of God. And I don’t think I always feel okay with the implications of picking up my cross. Please help me to accept those terms no matter the weight of the cost.”
I think God values honesty and I think he values a prostrated soul.
Original Source: I Might Believe in Werewolves — Medium