Jesus Christ was a flesh and blood man. He had a nose. Fingernails. Kneecaps. And He used that body to minister to His people. To serve His people. And ultimately He laid that body down as a sacrifice for His people. Amen.
As Christians we are called to model Christ. To be a Jesus. To be a little Christ. We are called to use our bodies to serve and bring glory to God the Father. I see no more loving example of this model than my wife.
To be mother. It is a calling. A high calling. With the birth of our third daughter in the last forty months I was struck by how Christian my wife is. She has sacrificed her body. Laid her body down for three beautiful girls. Not for her own sake, but for the sake of others. She has been stretched, kicked, pulled, bit, tugged, tackled, hugged, kissed, hit, and slept on. She has carried, pushed, pulled, picked up, put down, dragged, spanked, and squeezed countless times. She has been physically depended on by others day in and day out for the last forty nine months. The literal survival of her children has depended on her and her body. They need her and she serves them.
In this I see a beautiful picture of Christ and His church.
