Do you have a true and clear view of who Jesus is? Today’s devotional will help you know Him. God bless you.
Because of Calvary,
John 4:6John 4:6 English Standard Version (ESV)
6 Jacob’s well was there; so Jesus, wearied as he was from his journey, was sitting beside the well. It was about the sixth hour.[a]
“…How truly human was the Lord Jesus Christ! Nowadays, we do not have to insist much upon that, because it is not often denied; we have to fight for his Deity, but not often for his humanity. Perhaps it is none the better for us that it is so. You know that there were some, soon after the apostle John’s days, who denied that Christ did take upon himself a real body; they believed that he existed as a phantom. I will not go into the philosophical way in which they put it; but their main attack was against the humanity of the Son of God. Now, times have changed, and men own that he existed, and they admit his humanity, — ay, they so much admit it that they deny that he was anything more than man. We must fight against that thrice-accursed doctrine as long as we have and being; but we must not forget how truly human Jesus was. How really human he appears when the burning sun smites him, and the sweat rolls off him, and he is thoroughly weary; and, being weary, he must do what we do when we are tired and worn-out, he must needs sit down. And the sun is so hot that he thirsts; he is parched with heat, and there is the water in the well, but he has nothing to draw with, so he must sit there in the heat, and bear the thirst. You remember also, dear friends, how he hungered. You will never forget how ‘Jesus wept.’ You all know how he suffered, and how at last he died. Treasure up in your mind and heart the assured fact that Christ was most really and truly man; and though the godhead was most mysteriously united to his manhood, yet he was none the less completely and intensely man. Because he was perfectly and supremely God, his godhead did not take away from him his power to suffer and to be wearied.”
[Charles Haddon Spurgeon, The Metropolitan Tabernacle Pulpit XLIV, (London: Passmore and Alabaster, 1898), p. 230]