and where I am, there you, my servant,
will be as well, honored by my Father."
As Jesus went out of a house, the young man came running to him, and kneeling down in the way, addressed him as 'Good Master.' (St. Mark 10:10 and 17)
The words with which the Lord interrupts his address reveal the whole attitude of the Lord's being. At that moment, at every and each moment, just as much as when in the garden of Gethsemane, or encountering any of those hours which men call crises of life, his whole thought, his whole delight, was
- in the thought,
- in the will,
- in the being of his Father.
of him he was always thinking,
to him he was always turning.
I suppose most men have some thought of pleasure or satisfaction or strength to which they turn when action pauses, life becomes for a moment still, and the wheel sleeps on its own swiftness: with Jesus it needed no pause of action, no rush of renewed consciousness, to send him home; his thought was ever and always his Father. To its home in the heart of the Father his heart ever turned. That was his treasure-house, the jewel of his mind, the mystery of his gladness, claiming all degrees and shades of delight, from peace and calmest content to ecstasy.
His life was hid in God. No vain show could enter at his eyes; every truth and grandeur of life passed before him as it was; neither ambition nor disappointment could distort them to his eternal childlike gaze; he beheld and loved them from the bosom of the Father.
It was not for himself he came to the world—not to establish his own power over the doings, his own influence over the hearts of men: he came that they might know the Father who was his joy, his life.
The sons of men were his Father's children like himself: that the Father should have them all in his bosom was the one thought of his heart: that should be his doing for his Father, cost him what it might!
He came to do his will, and on the earth was the same he had been from the beginning, the eternal first. He was not interested in himself, but in his Father and his Father's children.
He did not care to hear himself called good.
It was not of consequence to him.
He was there to let men see the goodness of the Father in whom he gloried.
For that he entered the weary dream of the world, in which the glory was so dulled and clouded.
'You call me good! You should know my Father!'
from The Way, Unspoken Sermons II, George MacDonald