This morning I read Luke 23 again, with the account of a centurion who came to the conclusion that Jesus was indeed a righteous man.
I thought very hard about how he came to the conclusion. Did he know Jesus before Him dying on the cross? Or was this just a spur of the moment thing?
When I thought about forming logical conclusions as to Jesus being righteous, I realized everything I came up with can be reasoned away, and I was scared.
Then after dinner more thoughts came, and it made me burst with joy.
Jesus never mocked others.
Jesus spoke truth to people, no matter how ugly it might sound.
Jesus talked with authority, instead of the prophets saying thus says the Lord, He said truly truly I say to you.
I might make fun of people, and withhold the truth to save my face, but He never did. He loved us to tell us about His kingdom and how we might posses it, finally laying down His life to make it possible.
Even though reason can explain everything away, but our hearts know what is righteous and what is not, our hearts and conscious tells us what is love. It didn't matter whether the centurion knew Jesus well or He just saw Him. God opened His heart to see the truth and he believed. How blessed it is to have the righteous die for the unrighteous?
