That’s what I was last Sunday night when my big, grown-up boy came in the house carrying a card and a dozen roses. Now that he’s married and has a sweet baby girl of his own, there are plenty of women in his life to remind him of important things like Mother’s Day. (God bless daughters-in-law.)
It doesn’t take much to make my jaw drop. I can be blown away by a song, overwhelmed by an unselfish act of kindness, and astounded by a home-run-robbing catch at the center field fence. I am easily awed by people who write stimulating words, understand quantum physics or run a marathon. This world should inspire some serious marveling, what with sunsets, ocean waves, redwood trees…..need I go on?
But this word keeps popping up in the Bible. The gospel writers used the word “amazed” thirty-five times to describe people’s response to Jesus.
Curious crowds — “The people were amazed at His teaching…” Mark 1:22
His followers — “The disciples were amazed at His words…” Mark 10:24
Even Pontius Pilate — “But Jesus still made no reply, and Pilate was amazed.” Mark 15:5
There’s no doubt Jesus was completely amazing in every way.
But what amazed Jesus?
Only two things.
“And He was amazed at their lack of faith.” Mark 6:6
I don’t want to amaze Jesus. Not like that.
“When Jesus heard this He was amazed at him, and turning to the crowd following Him, He said, ‘I tell you, I have not found such great faith even in Israel.'” Luke 7:9
I want to amaze Jesus. Like that.
What astonished Jesus? Zero faith and great faith.
What astounds me? Grace.