“And I saw, and bare record that this is the Son of God.” (Joh 1:34 AV)
I was raised all my life to know who
Jesus was. He was the son of God. He came to earth as a baby and grew into a
man. He did many miracles. He helped a lot of people. Then the Pharisees got upset with him and delivered
him over to be killed on a cross. After
three days, he rose from the grave and now sits in heaven. I knew all these things without really
knowing Him. I knew who and what Jesus
Christ was in a factual way. What I knew
in a factual way had no effect because I didn’t know Him in a spiritual
way. Faith was not mixed with fact. The existence and record of Jesus are hard to
escape. The Bible isn’t the only record
of the life, death, and resurrection of Christ.
First-century historians testify as to the factual accuracy of the Biblical
record. To deny that Jesus came to
earth, died, was buried, and rose again is to deny more than the Bible. It is to deny the common record. However, assenting to facts doesn’t do anything
but make us correct concerning those facts.
What we know in the head must arrive in the heart. Faith must mix with fact in order for the life
of Christ to mean anything to the individual.
What we know to be true must meet faith that depends upon what we know
to be true for the salvation of our souls.
It wasn’t until a few weeks shy of my eighteenth birthday that Christ
finally became personal to me. I knew of
Him in all my adolescent years. I
celebrated Christmas and Easter. I assented
to the facts. But it wasn’t until a lovely
spring day almost forty years ago what I knew to be fact became a real person
to me. I saw that Jesus was indeed the Son
of God and the Savior of my soul.
John knew who Jesus was supposed to be. He knew who he was. He was the forerunner spoken of by Isaiah the prophet. He knew he would meet the Messiah, eventually. He knew the Messiah would be revealed within his lifetime. All those years, he knew by word of mouth, who Jesus might be. No doubt, because his parents told him who he was and what role he would play for Israel, he must have also been told who his cousin was. Perhaps he knew all along who Jesus was, but it wasn’t until His baptism that he really knew. And this is our point: once he knew, he had to tell everyone. This should be the life of every saint. Once the Son of God arises in our hearts and it is evident He is what He says He is, then we shouldn’t remain silent. We need to bear record. John was the voice of one crying in the wilderness. He was the one anointed to preach the coming of the Messiah and declare to all the world once He was known. If Jesus is known to the heart of the saint, then he or she must bear record as well. This is what we must do.
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