I’m thinking about when contrasts becomes compatible. My mom and dad: My mom drives a 4-door sedan and my dad drives a diesel 4X4 Dodge – They are opposites in more than what they drive.
A Christmas or two ago, while visiting a colleague, I was drawn into play of a game called “The Battle of the Sexes.” It pits guys against girls in questions that one gender would know and the other probably not. The boys struggled to answer questions on makeup, cooking, and even fell short on a sewing question. It’s true what has been persisted; the genders are contrasts that become compatible.
Jesus taught contrasts… a mustard seed of faith is equivalent to the problem of the mountain. He picked the smallest physical object (mustard seed) that was within reach and points to the largest physical object (mountain) and explains the lesson: It was not an effort to measure faith but to show that as little and simple as faith is (asking, expecting, and waiting) it will take care of any titanic problem that confronts us.
But the zenith of contrasts that become compatible is a poor Jewish boy who is sovereign King of the universe. The polar opposites are not dissimilar. God is just as much a poor baby in a manger as He is God when speeches angels fall on their knees. Jesus working with Joseph, looking for the weary and worn, hanging on the cross is the Jesus of creation, the Jesus of heaven. Opposite and equal. Each was not a partial revelation, but rather every a full.
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