They were Greeks, standing outside of God’s promises. While drawn to the monotheism and the disciplined life offered by the Jews, they refused full commitment to Judaism. They were like New York City depression era children peering through the window of the luxury lifestyle and were satisfied with being outsiders. They were satisfied until Jesus showed up, and suddenly their spiritual hunger pains ached. Drawn to the teacher, but keeping their distance, they approached Philip with their request. “Sir, we would like to see Jesus” (Jn. 12:21).
If you listen carefully, those words have been reverberating throughout time, “We would like to see Jesus.” We can hear Zacchaeus utter them as he climbs the Sycamore tree just to get a glimpse of him passing by, “I just want to see Jesus” (Lk. 19:1-10). We can hear the so-called “sinful woman” whisper those words as she risks public shame by breaking social protocol to reach him, crying, “I just want to see Jesus” (Lk. 7:36-50). We can hear Thomas, so sure of himself as he disclosed his own fear of disappointment. “I’ll believe,” he says, “but first, I just want to see Jesus” (Jn. 20:25). And while John’s words are written so that we may trust his testimony, sometimes it feels like salt on an open wound. He says, “We heard him speak, we shook his hand and hugged him, we saw and gazed upon him” (1 Jn. 1:1). I read those same words and my hearts sinks because if I’m honest, I want so desperately to see him, too.
Something within us wants to see Jesus. As the song says, “Open the eyes of my heart, Lord, I want to see Jesus,” But something keeps me blinded to him. For some, like a child who sees their parent at the end of the day, they see him and run into his loving embrace. For others the wounds are so deep and painful to the touch, we long for the only means of healing possible. Still others are skeptical that he is full of grace and mercy, or that he is risen, or that he even lived to begin with, so we need his blessed assurance. All the while our greatest fear is that meeting him might not meet our expectations, and that in our hope it will only disappoint.
By the time Paul comes to 2 Corinthians 5:21 he is showing us a picture of Jesus, not the one we might want, but the picture of Jesus we need to see. In a church where their relationship with the apostle is estranged and tension is still present, Paul calls them to reconciliation. To hold the church together, they must stop the inward fighting and begin “reaching across the aisle.” More importantly, they must remove the fence they built to keep Paul out, and instead build a bridge or a larger table to invite Paul in. And in all this they must begin aligning themselves with God by assuming the role of an ambassador who actively participates in reconciliation. The motivation for reconciling is found in verse 21.
“God made him, who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.”
The perfect and pure, holy and hallowed, set apart and sinlessness of Jesus is well documented in Scripture. From John who calls out, “Look, the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world” (Jn 1:29), to Peter who applies Isaiah proclamation to Jesus, “He committed no sin, and no deceit was found in his mouth” (1 Pet. 2:22; Is. 53:9), and to the Hebrews writer who claims, “. . . he was tempted in every way, just as we are, yet without sin” (Heb. 4:15), Scripture reinforces the perfection and sinlessness of Jesus. While he walked on this earth as a human, Jesus did so without the baggage we carry. He walked alone without sin, without guilt, without shame, without hatred, without lust, and without deceit. They never accompanied him. The dark places that encroach our hearts did not touch his heart. While Jesus was just like us, he was nothing like us.
Paul makes two statements in verse 21 that are deeper and richer than we can explore at this time. First, with God taking the initiative, he made Jesus who was without sin to be sin. Allow that image of those words to wash over you for a moment. Whether Paul is talking of the incarnation, when Jesus steps into humanity to endure all our sinfulness, or he’s talking about bearing the sins of the world on the cross, I do not know. It may be both.
All of us had to walk into patients’ homes that are nasty. The odor and stench are unbearable, as it absorbs into our clothing and into our noses. We can taste the nauseating foulness. Keeping the residents at arm’s length, we do everything we can to finish the visit and get out of their home. That’s not what Jesus did. No. He came and sat with us in our filth. Without becoming a sinner, he embraced us in our sin, refusing to keep us at arm’s length. He loved us despite our filth, and maybe even because of our filth, our failures, and our fears; it certainly wasn’t because of our great faith. Remember the indictment, whispered snarly under their breaths, “He eats with the sinners” (Lk. 15:1).
This leads to the second statement which is “. . . in him, we become the righteousness of God.” God now views us through the prism of Jesus which is how reconciliation is achieved in us and through us. The righteousness of God can either be imputative, in that God reaches down and declares us righteous, or its transformative, where God works through us to shape and mold our character to look like him. And like before, why not both imputative and transformative? He makes us righteous so that we become more righteous.
So Paul might describe it like this: the sinless one becomes sin-laden, so that in him the sinful may be viewed sinless; or the guiltless become guilty, so that in him the guilty may be viewed guiltless; or the righteous become lawless so that in him the lawless may be viewed as righteous; or the one with honor becomes shame so that in him those who are shamed may be viewed with honor.
What is left is a simple prayer, “Open the eyes of my heart Lord, I want to see Jesus.”
As a child, I had my fair share of spankings. I wasn’t a bad child who rebelled against his parents, but sometimes my behavior needed a course correction. Mom and Dad tried keeping me and my siblings on the straight and narrow. On this particular day, my hometown had experienced a good amount of rain and large mudpuddles were present, especially at school. Before we left that morning, mom told my brother, my sister, and me that we were not to get wet at school. Since I was in elementary school, I guess I interpreted her command to be limited to school hours. Mom was the librarian and often stayed till 4:30 or later, so with nothing better to do after hours, I played outside. I played in the mudpuddle. I got soaked playing in the mudpuddle.
Mom said nothing on the way home, but I’m pretty sure she was reaching a boiling point. She called me to the kitchen where she expressed her displeasure at my behavior. Then, with the belt in hand, she invited me to her lap.
To say I deserved the punishment is unquestionable. Looking back on that moment, I’ve wondered if there was not a better way to handle the moment.
The story is told of a family with a delinquent son who always pushed the boundaries of his parents. One of his favorite episodes was to be late for dinner. Sitting at the table with the entire family was a core value for the patriarch of the family. The son, though, thought differently. He hated the formality and viewed his time with his parents and siblings as an encroachment on his own time. His passive aggressive behavior kicked in so that being late to dinner was his means of thumbing his nose to his parents.
At wits end, the father looked at his son and said, “The next time you’re late to supper, you will sit here with an empty plate and watch the rest of us eat dinner. Then, you will go to bed without supper.”
It didn’t take long for the son to rebel. The next night, he showed up late like he was calling his father’s bluff. With everyone in their seats, the father looked at his son and reinforced the punishment rule. He will watch them eat their dinner.
The father led the family in prayer.
Following the prayer, the family began serving themselves the food, except for the son who sat and watched the others pile on the delicious food. Once everyone was served, the father took his plate full of food and stood up. He walked over to his son and, while he removed his son’s empty plate, he set his own plate before the son. With his son’s plate in hand, he returned to his seat where he watched his family eat dinner.
The similarities of these stories are linked to a son who stands in defiance to his parents. The contrast between the two stories is how the parent chooses to exact punishment on the child. While the corporal punishment debate is not in play here, one of these scenarios looks more like Jesus than the other. And if you can see the difference, then maybe, maybe, you can say you’ve seen Jesus.
“Open the eyes of my heart Lord, I want to see Jesus” . . . “God made him, who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.”
Soli Deo Gloria!
(i.e., only God is glorified!)