One Thousand Years
Thomas and Jesus were One.
Together they felt the agony of sorrows.
The man acquainted with grief was revealed in his times of sorrow. The sorrow he had felt when Lazarus died. It was his close friend yet no one understood his sorrow, nor his tears. In gladness he raised his friend, but in sadness he brought him away from paradise, back to the world of men.
To suffer, even as the Son of Man suffered.
Raising Him from the Dead was not a benefit to Lazarus.
The great sorrow of soul he had visited upon himself giving way to grief over weeping over Jerusalem. The light it could have been…., should have been…, He sorrowed for its days having been numbered having been seen by the Son. He had visited Sodom and Gomorrah, they had not survived. He grieved over the City of God not knowing God. The hour of his visitation had come, they knew it not.
How he cared for Mary and Martha, their mistaking his timing. His brothers and sisters when they mistook his mission. God was real. He had flesh and blood. He could be touched, he was so alike, and yet so different, than Thomas, but real.
Oh yes very real flesh, blood, spirit, life.
Thomas began to realize “He” was created in God’s image. Realize it in ways he never thought of before. Ways beyond “a likeness”. He was designed for God.
The incredible power, the passion of his tenderness was not merely over the top it was incredible. Thomas felt it all and shockingly so.
He had to keep reminding himself, this is God, this is God. Yes this was God, he was awed. To feel the splendor of His love, the depth of his compassion the length of his patience, it was more than the greatest love the world has known.
He kept reminding himself this is a man, this is a man. Ecce homo, He beheld the man.
The Son of Man, the Son of God.
None was likened unto Him.
He was God.
Far more than all, above all else, he was in contact with the Almighty.
Each day as he prayed at night, he communed in conversation with his Father in Heaven.
Thomas felt what it was like to have a real Father. God the Father was the father, tender but absolute. His word, fact. More than any Father imagined to have had on Earth. He was more.
He felt the bond no earthly father ever had. It surpassed that which poets wrote of men and women in love. It had substance, physicality, spirituality, even more. Beyond what He could comprehend He witnessed. He saw the Love. He saw God is action.
Nothing could ever touch Him like that again now that he had tasted and seen the Lord is good.
Amazing insights “The Lord God his Maker” gave Jesus songs in the night.
The shock was to hear Jesus sing.
Oh the most incredible longing he had ever felt was sung in the words the Son of God gave only to His Father. No one heard except him, it was private, yet revealed in intimacy. No one knew of this gentlest most precious of moments that Thomas now shared. The very longing he, Jesus was consumed by, to be with God his Father.
That silenced Thomas.
It broke his heart.
Terror filled Thomas at the garden. It was amazing to Thomas but in the garden he felt the very questions all mankind had posed. Questions even he had asked.
Is there any way to avoid Hell? Is there any way to be good enough? Is there any way to be smart enough ? Can I help enough people? What if everyone was fed? What if everyone did their best to love their neighbor?
Thomas was amazed to know the inner thoughts the fervent prayer the Son of Man prayed asking. Any one of them might have passed from his own lips. Beads of sweat turning then to blood consternated the brow of the battle waged in the Son of Man.
Every intellectual, every spiritual rationale was tried; tested; found wanting for the need of a solution. No theologian could have phrased a better question, no priest a better sacrifice.
The Son of God asked in every conceivable means, by every thought of logic, every nuance of law, every detail of redemption to solve the issue.
Yet he still did not have the answer to solve the greatest dilemma Mankind faced.
How could a sinful man live with,
How could a sinful man exist with a Holy God?
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