The irony of Matthew 26 slapped me in the face. Here were the Pharisees, people who had dedicated their lives to serving and worshipping the God of Israel, packed into the Sanhedrin with a bunch of rabble-rousers making a mockery of justice by trying to accuse Jesus. These people, who knew the stories of their fathers and waited anxiously for their Deliverer struck and spat at Him when He finally arrived. Here was their God they had been anxiously awaiting. Instead of embracing Him, they accused their own God of blasphemy because He did not conform to their expectations.
I wonder how blind we are sometimes. We spend our time in the temple saying we want to see God and that we want Him to move, when so often, He is right in front of us, doing things His way, on His own terms. It is we who are unwilling to see Him as He is. Are we really that different from the Pharisees?
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