BitterSweetLife

My slavery to final exams continues, but tomorrow it will end. At that time I plan on posting something substantial, along with doing other things, like having a life again. In the meantime, I’m sharing two of my favorite quotes about Jesus Christ. These are the sort I like to just read and contemplate. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

I say it with reverence; there was in that shattering personality a thread of something that must be called shyness. There was something that He hid from all men when He went up a mountain to pray. There was something that He covered constantly by abrupt silence or impetuous isolation. There was some one thing that was too great for God to show us when He walked upon our earth; and I have sometimes fancied that it was His mirth.

- G.K. Chesterton

He was the meekest and lowliest of all the sons of men, yet he spoke of coming on the clouds of heaven with the glory of god. He was so austere that evil spirits and demons cried out in terror at his coming, yet he was so genial and winsome and approachable that the children loved to play with him, and the little ones nestled in his arms. His presence at the innocent gaiety of a village wedding was like the presence of sunshine. No one was half so compassionate to sinners, yet no one ever spoke such red hot scorching words about sin. A bruised reed he would not break, his whole life was love, yet on one occasion he demanded of the Pharisees how they ever expected to escape the damnation of hell. He was a dreamer of dreams and a seer of visions, yet for sheer stark realism he has all of our stark realists soundly beaten. He was a servant of all, washing the disciples feet, yet masterfully he strode into the temple, and the hucksters and moneychangers fell over one another to get away from the mad rush and the fire they saw blazing in his eyes. He saved others, yet at the last himself he did not save. There is nothing in history like the union of contrasts which confronts us in the gospels. The mystery of Jesus is the mystery of divine personality.

- James Stewart, Scottish theologian