John 1:29-34 – The lamb of God
Of course, he didn’t look like one.
There was nothing ovine about his gait or a fleecyness on his hair.
Neither was he meek or mild, gentle or passive.
He was part of the flock yet set apart.
Not an unthinking follower, bleating in unison.
Perhaps a shepherd in sheep’s clothing.
Even before it all began, walking by the river’s edge, a looked passed over his eyes:
there was something sacrificial about him – willingly, lovingly, obediently sacrificial.
The calm resignation I’d seen in the face of the lamb chosen on Passover eve.