Some people just believe that they are too good to be doing certain things. Things they won’t do . . . places they won’t go . . . people they won’t associate with . . . just because of how important, or powerful, or elevated they see themselves as being. Such is not the nature of my Jesus. Though He is Creator . . . He humbled Himself and entered His creation. Though He is LORD . . . He came not to be served, but to serve others. Though He is King of Kings . . . He subjected himself to earthly authorities that He might bring the good news of a kingdom to come. Such is my Jesus. He is Heaven’s Rider in the Desert . . . just like His Father.
Sing to God, sing praises to His name;
lift up a song to Him who rides
through the deserts;
His name is the LORD;
exult before Him!
O kingdoms of the earth, sing to God;
sing praises to the Lord, Selah
to Him who rides in the heavens,
the ancient heavens;
behold, He sends out His voice, His mighty voice. (Psalm 68:4, 32-33 ESV)
The contrast caught my eye. My God, the One who “rides in the heavens” (v.33) is also the God who will ride “through the deserts.” The heavens referring to His rightful abode . . . His high and holy habitation. The desert, a reference to His willingness to descend into the wilderness in order to lead His people out of bondage and into a promised land. He sent not an angel, but He, Himself, was the cloud by day and that pillar of fire by night. The High and Holy God of eternity, touched down on earth in order to rescue a people He claimed for His own. That is the nature of our loving and gracious God.
And, like the Father, so is the Son.
My reading plan also has me in the latter portion of Matthew . . . the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus. There too, I see Heaven’s Rider in the desert.
And they stripped Him and put a scarlet robe on Him, and twisting together a crown of thorns, they put it on His head and put a reed in His right hand. And kneeling before Him, they mocked Him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” And they spit on Him and took the reed and struck Him on the head. And when they had mocked Him, they stripped Him of the robe and put His own clothes on Him and led Him away to crucify Him.
(Matthew 27:28-31 ESV)
One day heaven will be opened and He who rides a white horse will be seen in all His glorious majesty (Rev. 19:11-16). But first, He resolved, in complete obedience to the Father, to ride through the desert. He who was rich, became poor . . . He, before whom angels bow, allowed Himself to be the object of mocking derision and sarcastic honor by mere men . . . He who is the Author of Life, humbled Himself unto death, even death on a cross. He rode through the desert that He might make way for our rescue and redemption. Like Father, like Son.
All praise and glory be to Heaven’s Rider . . .