Blessed Obscurity

God became a man. He lived in a neglected corner of a tiny nation. He grew up in a little town. Even at the height of his ministry he was but a leader of hundreds of true followers. Do you ever think about that? I suppose that sort of thing could make somebody doubt that Jesus really is the Son of God. Oh, but that seems to me like one of the things that really proves his divine origins. What better comment upon his low esteem of what people hold glorious than his own incarnation on the low low?

Mankind wants to be exalted, and known, and praised. Jesus living in obscurity makes sense of our own lives. We say we are children of the living God, seated already with Christ in heavenly places, heirs of the universe itself. And yet here we are living our little lives in unknown seclusion. It sure doesn’t feel like we are cosmic kings and queens. But we are like Jesus in this, our blessed obscurity.