"And He is the radiance of His glory
and the exact representation of His nature,
and upholds all things by the word of His power.
When He had made purification of sins,
He sat down at the right hand of the Majesty on high..."
Are there more beautiful words to describe Christ? A seminary professor, Dr. Deasley preached on this once saying, "Jesus is the best picture God ever took." When we look at Jesus, we see God. Yet, His radiance of glory is so bright, we must shield our eyes. It is like looking at someone standing before the sun, like sunbathing on the beach and someone walks up to talk with you. They can be seen, but not fully due to the brightness.
"The person of the Son is the glory of the Father,
shining forth with a divine splendour...the true Shechinah."
"Who being the brightness of His glory,
and the express image of His person..."
"The resplendent outbeaming of the essential glory of God...the splendor of the sun, the splendor of eternal light and the unsullied mirror for the energy of God, and the image of His goodness."
"...'image' expounding brightness, and person or substance, glory...
that which is essential to Him as God..."
Andrew Murray uses the translation, "Who being the effulgence (outshining) of His glory,
and the very image of His substance..." "Because as the Son, it is He alone in whom the unapproachable and utterly incomprehensible glory of God is made manifest, through whom as Mediator the uncreated God, the works of His hand, can come into contact and fellowship...The great work of God in heaven, the chief thought and longing of His heart is, in His Son, to reach your heart and speak to you...O Thou who art Heir, Creator, Upholder of all, the brightness of the Father's glory, the express Image of His substance,--O my Lord Jesus, reveal the Father to me that I may know that God speaks to me."
"He upholds all things by the word of His power." "He keeps the world from dissolving. By Him all things consist. The weight of the whole creation is laid upon Christ: He supports the whole and al the parts. When, upon the apostasy, the world was braking to pieces under the wrath and curse of God, the Son of God, undertaking redemption, bound it up again, and established by it His almighty power and goodness." (Matthew Henry)
Aren't you glad that the upholding of the world is not on your shoulders. Sometimes we forget while we get all riled up on fb or while watching the news: I know I do, but y'all know that already. Protesting can be effective if decent and peaceful, such as the Right to Life March this week. Yet, all the signs are eventually thrown into the garbage heaps. Climate change protestors are like Chicken Little running around saying the sky is falling. Relax. God is upholding it. Yes, it will all be dissolved, but only at God's command.
In fact, the worst has happened already. He willingly laid down His life. God's Son, His glory, His Shechinah brightness was crucified, "When He made purification of sins." Matthew Henry says...
"From the glory of the person of Christ, he proceeds to mention in the glory of His grace; His condescension itself was truly glorious. The suffering of Christ had this great honour in them, to be a full satisfaction for the sins of His people: by Himself He purged away our sins...He made atonement for sin. By Himself, the glory of His person and nature, gave to His sufferings such merit as was sufficient reparation of honour to God, who had suffered an infinite injury and affront by they sins of men."
Just as when looking at the sun too long and we get spots before our eyes, so when looking at the brightness of His glory, we see our spots that need purification. Next time, we'll look at when Christ sat down. It sure beats hanging on a cross.
Buried in an avalanche of His love,
one snowflake at a time.
His glory is bright,
like crystal gleaming snow.
Who can stand before its cold?
Who can stand before its cold?
Yet, His glory is so gentle,
it comes down one snowflake at a time
so that we may see its beauty
without becoming snow-blind.
His glory is so heavy
But, here I stand with my tongue out
trying to catch one snowflake at a time,
consuming the glory of God,
in a cold, wet taste
of the Shechinah