He was a priest and a prophet. He was a healer. He was the son of God. He was the son of man.
He was a leader. He was a king. He was a servant. There are many titles we can give Jesus. There are many titles spoken of in the Old Testament that seek to identify who Jesus is.
Of all the titles and ways of identifying JEsus, there is one that is often overlooked.
Jesus was all the above and more. Jesus was also a preacher.
Jesus preached. It is the one thing he did continually. Every moment and every time was an opportunity to proclaim the message. Jesus wasted no opportunity.
Everything was a possible pulpit for him to preach.
Jesus used the bark of a boat to preach forth as he was upheld by the sea.
He used a mountain top as people gathered at his feet.
He used a whip in his hand in the temple as he chased out the money changers as a moment to proclaim the message.
He preached in the streets in the cities and even on country roads.
He preached in cemeteries and banquet halls.
But of all the places he used to proclaim the message he was sent to make known none was greater than when he mounted the cross on the hill in calvary.
He looked upon his audience. His gaze met their gaze and the message was proclaimed not written in ink but etched in his flesh and blood not proclaimed in words but in silence in that simple gesture of bowing his head and breathing his last.
It remains a sermon that has never been out done. It has echoed through the centuries from generation to another.
We gather on this day to hear it again.
There are some things in life too beautiful to be forgotten.
And that which is most beautiful of all is heard in that simple gesture of quiet surrender: bowing his head he breathed his last.
Hear it again, hear it anew:
Something too beautiful to be forgotten
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