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THE MEEK WERE KNEELING
by Max Lucado
“Blessed are the meek,” Jesus explained. Blessed are the available.
That’s why the announcement went first to the shepherds. They didn’t ask
God if he was sure he knew what he was doing. Had the angel gone to the
theologians, they would have first consulted their commentaries. Had he
gone to the elite, they would have looked around to see if anyone was
watching. Had he gone to the successful, they would have first looked at
their calendars.
So he went to the shepherds. Men who didn’t have a reputation to protect or
an ax to grind or a ladder to climb. Men who didn’t know enough to tell God
that angels don’t sing to sheep and that messiahs aren’t found wrapped in
rags and sleeping in a feed trough.
A small cathedral outside Bethlehem marks the supposed birthplace of Jesus.
Behind a high altar in the church is a cave, a little cavern lit by silver
lamps.
You can enter the main edifice and admire the ancient church. You can also
enter the quiet cave where a star embedded in the floor recognizes the
birth of the King. There is one stipulation, however. You have to stoop.
The door is so low you can’t go in standing up.
The same is true of the Christ. You can see the world standing tall, but to
witness the Savior, you have to get on your knees.
So …
while the theologians were sleeping
and the elite were dreaming
and the successful were snoring,
the meek were kneeling.
They were kneeling before the One only the meek will see. They were
kneeling in front of Jesus.
by Max Lucado
“Blessed are the meek,” Jesus explained. Blessed are the available.
That’s why the announcement went first to the shepherds. They didn’t ask
God if he was sure he knew what he was doing. Had the angel gone to the
theologians, they would have first consulted their commentaries. Had he
gone to the elite, they would have looked around to see if anyone was
watching. Had he gone to the successful, they would have first looked at
their calendars.
So he went to the shepherds. Men who didn’t have a reputation to protect or
an ax to grind or a ladder to climb. Men who didn’t know enough to tell God
that angels don’t sing to sheep and that messiahs aren’t found wrapped in
rags and sleeping in a feed trough.
A small cathedral outside Bethlehem marks the supposed birthplace of Jesus.
Behind a high altar in the church is a cave, a little cavern lit by silver
lamps.
You can enter the main edifice and admire the ancient church. You can also
enter the quiet cave where a star embedded in the floor recognizes the
birth of the King. There is one stipulation, however. You have to stoop.
The door is so low you can’t go in standing up.
The same is true of the Christ. You can see the world standing tall, but to
witness the Savior, you have to get on your knees.
So …
while the theologians were sleeping
and the elite were dreaming
and the successful were snoring,
the meek were kneeling.
They were kneeling before the One only the meek will see. They were
kneeling in front of Jesus.
