What a sneaky guy.
To arrange, before he was born in Bethlehem, to be born from a virgin of the Tribe of Judah and the House of David in her own right, but to also have a foster dad who was descended from the royal line, except you knew it wasn’t his bio dad, because of God’s curse against Jehoiachin.
(Is this man Jehoiachin a despised, broken pot,
an object no one wants?
Why will he and his children be hurled out,
cast into a land they do not know?
29 O land, land, land,
hear the word of the LORD!
30 This is what the LORD says:
“Record this man as if childless,
a man who will not prosper in his lifetime,
for none of his offspring will prosper,
none will sit on the throne of David
or rule anymore in Judah.”)
Then, after he was born, he sneakily arranged for his family to have to flee to Egypt, and have the children massacred, so he could fulfill two more prophecies. But when we go back, let’s go live in Nazareth, so we can fulfill another prophecy.
In the meantime, he roped in John the Baptist to be his messenger to prepare the way-- another prophecy down.
He’d be preceded by Elijah-- let’s go ahead and bring in Moses while we’re at it, just for kicks.
Let’s be a prophet. Miracles are easy-peasy. Oh, and get someone to call him the Son of God AND get someone to call him King. That happens a hundred times a day, so it’s no big deal. Speaking in parables is annoying, but you gotta do what you gotta do to get those checkboxes filled. Galilee’s a boring place, but if the Messiah has to bring light to it— well, okay. Praying for your enemies and consoling the broken-hearted is annoying, too-- but if the Psalms say it, what can you do? Being praised by little children is cute, though, as long as they’ve washed their hands and faces first.
Oh, wait. Whose idea was it to be a Messiah that wasn’t their idea of a Messiah-- a conqueror who will restore their kingdom-- but was God’s idea of a Messiah-- a suffering servant. Let’s be rejected by your own people. Let’s be betrayed. And the price of your betrayal used to buy a potter’s field. And be falsely accused, but not say anything to your accusers. And be spat and struck. And be hated without cause. And crucified with criminals. And given vinegar to drink. And have your hands and feet pierced. Did we already say mocked and ridiculed? And have people gamble for your clothes. But at least they wouldn’t break his bones. And you’d die as a sacrifice for sin. And they’d bury him with the rich when they were done. But it wouldn’t really matter, because you’d just resurrect from the dead after a bit. And then ascend to heaven. Hey, God, is anyone sitting at your right hand, because I kind of planned on sitting there when I got there?
He totally tricked so many people into following him, that his followers all chose to die for their belief rather than admit, “You know, I was so wrong. I was tricked.” And then for the next 300 years, while it was illegal to follow him, people continued to choose icky, painful, gruesome deaths. People were so gullible back then…
Yep. Sneaky guy, Jesus.
