Pilate asked him, “Are you the King of the Jews?” (Luke 23:3)
I always enjoy it when someone comes up to me at the store and starts talking to me like I worked there. Once in a while, in a shirt and tie, I suppose I might look like a manager or something. If I know where something is, I’ll point you in the right direction. If not, I’ll admit, “I’m just shopping. I don’t work here.”
Jesus must have been a sight. He was dressed just like any other disciple. His hands were bound from his arrest. He was soaked in sweat from his agonizing hour of prayer in the garden. They beat him, so he might have a few cuts and bruises, maybe even a swollen eye. You and I would want to know, “What happened to you?”
The elders, chief priests and scribes said, “He’s telling everyone not to give tribute to Caesar. He called himself Christ, the king.” I can picture Pilate looking Jesus over, raising an eyebrow and asking, “So you’re the king of the Jews, huh?” If he was, he wasn’t much of a threat to anyone. Look at him. And he’s not much of a leader. His own people roughed him up and turned him in. Where were his followers? Where was his army? Is this some kind of joke? If this is the extent of the revolt, we’ve got nothing to worry about.
Pharaoh looked at Moses and thought, “I’ve got nothing to worry about.” Goliath looked at David and thought, “I’ve got nothing to worry about.” A bald, blind Samson? Nothing to worry about. They were soon proved wrong.
However, you and I can look to Jesus and say the same thing. “I’ve nothing to worry about.” In a storm? He commands the wind and waves. Terminal illness? He wakes up the dead. Food and clothing? Just look at the birds and the flowers. Don’t know what to say? He’ll cue you. Run out of wine? He’s got the good stuff. Feeling overwhelmed? He says, “Here, take my yoke.”
It’s ironic that Jesus can bring out the same response from those of faith and those who doubt. He’s not a threat. But he is the Savior. He looks like us. But his words are filled with power.
Feeling good about yourself? You think you’ve got nothing to worry about. When all you can do is whisper, “Lord, have mercy,” he lets you know you have nothing to worry about.
So which is it? Is Jesus so insignificant that you have nothing to worry about? Or is he so significant that you have nothing to worry about?
Thanks for being a big deal, Lord. Amen.