Terrifying Appreciation

Come on an imaginary outing with me. Now there are a lot of places we could; maybe a few new restaurants, or the beach, or spend a little cash and go to a Disney Resort, but I like to see God’s creative handy work, so we decide to go to the zoo. We take in the big game and elephants, giraffes, gazelles, laugh at the penguins, monkeys, and otters, we get a little freaked out when the lion roared, it made our bones rattle, and we wondered what God was thinking when He made the Hippos or Tasmanian devil’s.

It was all a lot of fun, so we decided to go to the petting portion of the zoo. We played with rabbits and chicks, and the lambs were just a joy. They were tentative at first, but then they warmed up to us. They leaned on us and licked our hands as we scratched their heads. There were lots of smiles and just enjoying the time with a little love expressed. Then all of a sudden the lamb bolted and almost knocked us over. We heard a scream seconds after the lamb ran away. We heard more screams and someone yelling, “The lion has escaped!” We were looking around as people with terrified expressions were on both man and beast. We looked at each other with that “well, what should we do?” expression. And then we heard it… that deep bone shaking roar. I think I wet myself!

As we turned around there he was, even bigger than he looked in his special lion enclosure. His majestic main was blowing in the wind, his regal walk was graceful and though the sight of him was captivating, his bared teeth yanked our attention to our impending doom. We had never thought what it would be like to be on the lower end of the food chain, but it appeared we were his menu and closing in for the kill. We thought about running, but we were so terrified are feet felt staked to the ground. The lion was getting closer…and closer…as his mouth opened wider and wider. We squeezed our eyes tight figuring we would soon be going the way of countless Christian that were persecuted by being thrown to the loins. His breath was right in our face, yet instead of sharp pain of teeth we felt a warm wet lick! Not once, but a few times. The lion even nestled under our arms so we would scratch its main and we could hear a gentle purr like a cat by times 100!

Wow, what an imaginary experience! But here’s a question and a thought. That day in the petting zoo, which lick did you appreciate more; the one from the docile lamb that loves everyone or the one from fierce lion that instead of ending your life, loved on you instead? I’m guessing that although the lamb is nice, the love from the lion was appreciated more.

The thought is yes, Jesus is called the “Lamb of God” (John 1:29), but Jesus is also called the lion of Judah (Revelation 5:5) and though Jesus is given the name Lamb, He has more lion-like tendencies.

Revelation 17:14 They will make war against the Lamb, but the Lamb will overcome them because He is Lord of lords and King of kings– and with Him will be His called, chosen and faithful followers.”

Revelation 22:3 No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and His servants will serve him.

The point I am going after is that too many times we see Jesus as a docile lamb who just wants to love on us, and though we appreciate Him, we lose sight of His majesty and a reverent respect of Him (aka fear-of-the-Lord). In The Chronicles of Narnia C.S. Lewis portrays Jesus as the Great Aslan who “is not a tame lion.”

I love how S.M Lockridge describes Jesus in his famous ‘My King”.

He’s indescribable. He’s incomprehensible. He’s invincible. He’s irresistible. I’m coming to tell you, the heavens of heavens cannot contain Him, let alone a man explaining Him. You can’t get Him out of your mind. You can’t get Him off of your hands. You can’t outlive Him and you can’t live without Him. Well, Pharisees couldn’t stand Him, but they found out they couldn’t stop Him. Pilot couldn’t find any fault in Him. The witnesses couldn’t get their testimonies to agree. Herod couldn’t kill Him. Death couldn’t handle Him and the grave couldn’t hold Him. That’s my King. Yeah. He always has been and He always will be.

I love how Colossians 1 describes Jesus…

Colossians 1:15-17 He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by Him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by Him and for Him. He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.

That’s my King! That’s the Lion of love, the Predator of peace, the ferocious One who has every right to have me face the consequence of my sin, yet out of love spared my life and yours! Wow, my appreciation, dedication and respect just took a huge step…maybe yours too.

Reverently Respecting Our LORD with you,


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One Response to Terrifying Appreciation

  1. this reminded me of the C.S. Lewis quote:
    “Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”
    ― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

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