It wasn’t always this way...enthusiasts flinging palm branches in front of his donkey, poor sinners baring their souls, confessing their sins, sacrificing their lives, giving time and money to the poor for him, fighting wars over him, swearing oaths, taking his name in vain, asking him for things that were impossible, even for God...especially for God.
Most of the time he had not been God. Far from it. He was just a simple man...in the beginning, a beginning that never ended.
He never wanted to be God in the first place. All he wanted was to help people...all people. Yes, he loved God, called Him “Father.” He had no idea he would be called upon to be God’s mercy...to be God incarnate, God among us.
One night he sweated blood in a garden, in a grove of olive trees where he prayed until the morning of his execution. He was an ordinary carpenter turned preacher. But on that day he had been asked by God to become God by doing what we all are called upon to do: suffer and then die with as much grace as humanly possible.
It hadn’t been his idea. The God he knew did not seem to suffer, and he certainly did not die.
Now he was asked to become God by emptying the vessel of his humanity with no assurance that he would achieve anything but suffering before an untimely death.
He hadn’t known what scared him more: Suffering and then dying, or becoming God.
The suffering and dying were beyond difficult, but being God was even harder. So much to do, and so much despair in a world that had started off so well.
After his suffering and death, he awoke and walked out of his tomb. Suddenly, everything became clear. Before, faith had been impossible, hope had been nothing more than wishful dreaming, and love was merely idle yearning. All of that changed when he walked out of the tomb.
Now life was bulging with the infinite possibilities it had in the beginning. Faith became a free choice, hope became possible, and love became real again.
It all happened when he said yes in the garden. That’s how he became God.