A Year Through The Gospels: Week 21 | Our God, The Servant

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Luke 12:35-40 God The Servant

““Stay dressed for action and keep your lamps burning, and be like men who are waiting for their master to come home from the wedding feast, so that they may open the door to him at once when he comes and knocks. Blessed are those servants whom the master finds awake when he comes. Truly, I say to you, he will dress himself for service and have them recline at table, and he will come and serve them. If he comes in the second watch, or in the third, and finds them awake, blessed are those servants! But know this, that if the master of the house had known at what hour the thief was coming, he would not have left his house to be broken into. You also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.””

The verse that struck me most in this passage is v.37, which says “blessed are those servants whom the master finds awake when he comes. Truly, I say to you, he will dress himself for service and have them recline at table, and he will come and serve them.”

This scene displays the wonderful heart of God. Just a few verses earlier in Luke 12:32, Jesus says “Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.” Being the one that creation glorifies, God instead wishes to lavish His creation with the best of His kingdom. Instead of ruling as a despot, He invites His own servants to recline, rest, and receive at His own table.

What a beautiful image to reflect on. God, the one who is eternal, uncreated, all powerful, and creator of all would invite His servants to sit and be served by Himself. Instead of sitting down in the place of honor and experiencing the best of what is His, He assumes the garb of a servant and honors the ones who live to honor Him.

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