What do you think of when you think of the Majesty of God? If you’re like me you come up with numerous different ideas. And most of them reflect years of flannel graph stories from Sunday School lessons taught by little old ladies in sagging nylons and pilgrim shoes. Or as was my case, maybe you learned at the knee of your older sister as she led you and the three other children in the little country church that met in the tiny school house on the corner. The simplest process for determining the Majesty of God would be to look up in your reference Bible all the scriptures that refer to each character of God. However, I’m going to attempt to challenge you to look beyond the normal references to the Majesty and Power of God.
Webster’s Dictionary offers this definition of majesty (n): sovereign power; greatness or splendor of quality or character; awesome wonderment. Awesome wonderment, I like that. Think on that for just a moment. What do you think of when you ponder awesome wonderment? It’s the essence of the mysteriousness of what God can do for each of us through His incredible majestic grace.
I’ve spent the better part of the last 40 years at the very least influenced by Mount Shasta in one way or another. As a kid, I used to think the snow-covered mountain was Alaska as we drove north on California Interstate 5. Years later, as an ornery dad, I used to tell my own kids that on a clear winter day they could see Alaska while driving north bound Interstate 5. When I moved my family to Yreka, and my daughters reached junior high school, I served as a Ski Club Advisor for several years. It was in that capacity that I really came to appreciate the awesome wonderment of Mount Shasta. Riding a ski-lift at night under a full moon really brought out the amazing qualities of the mountain God created as Mount Shasta. There’s a peaceful quietness one experiences while floating through the frozen air aboard the ski-lift as it ascends the snow covered slopes illuminated by the smile of the moon. It was during those quiet moments of reflection that I really began to understand the majesty of the One who created the mountain for our enjoyment instead of the majesty of the mountain itself.
Jesus’ “Triumphal Entry” into the city of Jerusalem is often considered a good example of the majesty of God. In Luke 19:28-38, Jesus fulfills His plan to serve as the ruler of His people, but His revelation is far from what the people want of Him. They want a ruler who is powerfully forceful and shows His vengeance on their enemies. What they got was just the opposite. Compassionate, caring, calculatingly gracious.
The fact that Jesus was constantly followed by throngs of physically and spiritually thirsty people attests to his majestic qualities. They knew His strength, they knew His goodness, and they lived along side His majesty (Luke 4:38-42).
For me, God’s true majesty is displayed in the simple yet complex experience of the birth of a child. No experience in my life affected me more than the birth of my children. Four times I watched as Dena courageously brought life to our children. Four times, while helping by staying as far out of her way or close to her side as she wished, I watched the majesty of God played out in one of God’s most innocent expressions of His love for us. The suffering Dena endured to bring glory and honor to God by completing His plan for the love she and I shared was truly awesome wonderment each time. Four times I watched and wondered, why me Lord? Why bless me with Rachel and Abby and Kyson and Kaden? In such a simple experience, awesome wonderment.
When God opened the window to His majesty, he did it by inviting you and me to His birth. That’s right, His unconditional majesty first appears in His humble beginnings in a lowly stable (Luke 2:6,7). Too often we ye all used the phrase, “we want Jesus in the White House”, but He knew the only place we could ever truly trust and appreciate His majesty was in that humble home of hay. What an incredible story, the King of the universe makes His entry into our failing world in a cow barn on the wrong side of the tracks.
Thirty years later, there He was again, focusing His majesty on the lower end of the social ladder. In Luke 18: 15-17, Jesus reached out majestically to the children drawn to Him magnetically by the never-ending pull of His unconditional love. And, when the world, through the voices of His disciples, tried to push the littlest beneficiaries of His love away, Jesus remained steadfast in His desire to allow each little one rest in His incredible glory. We are called to be His littlest ones in our faith; to comfort in His unconditional love and to rest in His glory.
Jesus understood His majesty. It was a gift of servitude, and He lived it every day. Look at Jesus healing the lame, their joy overshadows the Pharisees’ anger and fear. There He is comforting the down trodden, the destitute, the despised. All the while not allowing the whispers and the gossip mongering to influence his purpose for coming. A purpose more important than the next Sunday service or the next business meeting or the next association retreat. Yes, His good and perfect purpose was to be majestic, so each of us could know Him, as He truly was, a man, a God of awesome wonderment.
by Orlyn Culp
Orlyn Gulp and his family have attended our
Church for the past 10 years. He is a teacher at
Yreka High School and is the Head Coach for
Football & Track.