HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, December 17, 2024 – What confused them most was his ordinariness. They didn’t expect him to be so down-to-earth, to live the way he did and to be from the place they said he was from. They didn’t know his full backstory; only a few did for the longest time (his mother hiding the details for good reason). You can’t really blame them for not knowing those details, but you can kind of blame them for seeing and not believing. I mean, what he did – all those miracles – was pretty out-there, especially for someone who otherwise appeared so ordinary. How could they see all those miracles and still not believe?

Would we also have seen and not believed?

I think I would have, initially. I think I would have seen and not believed. Like them, I would have looked for the magician’s sleight-of-hand, the crowd’s mass delusion, the scroll that unrolled to exclaim “I Want To Believe”, with a UFO hovering in the background. I would have doubted and I might even have mocked, because I did doubt and I did mock before I believed. I likely would have hung back and heckled, at least at the beginning. Hopefully only at the beginning.

And I don’t think for me it would have been a eureka moment, like it was for many of the first believers. It would not have been like a lightbulb going on or a penny dropping. I think it would have been more a case of demons throwing me to the ground, followed by a brief but violent exorcism, like it was for me in the here and now. Pride doesn’t have eureka moments. The penny never drops in a proud soul. We have to be broken, not mollified. The filth needs to be expunged by brute force, and then we can see.

The ordinariness of his followers also confuses them, even to this day. How can such an afflicted and poor people be God’s? And if they are, why is God not blessing them with the wealth of Solomon, the beauty of Esther, and the fecundity of Jacob?  Why are so many of them poor, plain, and childless? Surely their low station in life is proof that they are cursed? And why are they so happy to be “cursed”?

We’re happy because we’re blessed not in the eyes of the world but in the eyes of God. Our wealth is the priceless redemption we got from our Savior. Our beauty is the vision of our perfected body in Heaven. And our fecundity is the fruit we bear by our spiritual labours. There are no greater blessings than these, but this confession confuses them even more.

How do you explain the joys of poverty to those who crave untold wealth? How do you explain the bliss of submission to those who want to be fawned over and served? How do you explain the freedom of letting go to those who demand perpetual apologies and a land that is not just a promise but a guarantee?

His ordinariness amidst all those miracles is what gives him away, God’s suffering servant. His Kingdom is never of this world.