Jesus was so cool.
Nobody could get the better of him in conversation – he always could suss out where they were coming from. And he had this knack of answering them so that, if they listened, they could learn the question that was really on their minds when they tackled him – and the answer. Grace.
He chose people to be warm to that you wouldn’t have guessed, like Lazarus and his sisters. The odd prostitute and tax collector. He got the people around to see them in a new light. Grace.
That’s cool as well.
They wanted to make him king; they wanted to murder him; he slipped away in both cases. He wouldn’t reinforce their fickleness. Grace again.
And in the height of his actively ministering to people who were open to receive him, he would slip away to spend time with his Father.
He was cool like his Father. Be cool, as your heavenly Father is cool.
(PS I’m taking a blog fast for half-term! Back to scribbling for you soon.)