Jesus had just turned water into wine and flipped
tables in the temple—a startling kickoff to His ministry! Crowds were surging
toward Him. Faith was bubbling up like morning mist. But then John drops this
chilling line: “Jesus didn’t trust them, because he knew all about
people. No one needed to tell him about human nature, for he knew what was
in each person’s heart.” (NLT)
Wait—what?! That’s a strange thing to say about the
One who came to save! You’d expect the Messiah to embrace their faith with open
arms. But Jesus saw past the cheers—He saw something flimsy, something
fleeting. He knew that “faith” sparked by spectacle fizzles when the fireworks
fade. He didn’t need a briefing on human nature. He could see straight through
the smiles, past the stirred-up admiration, into hearts already
wavering—excited by miracles but untouched by surrender. And here’s the zinger:
Jesus doesn’t entrust Himself to fans. He only entrusts Himself to followers.
Crowd-faith is cheap. Surrender-faith costs everything.
Our Lord loves people deeply—but He’s no pushover.
He’s not swayed by hype or fooled by flattery. He doesn’t gauge devotion by
noise or numbers, but by quiet obedience when no one’s watching. The same Jesus
who knew what was in man knows exactly what’s in you. He sees your motives,
your fears, your secret battles, and—here’s the amazing thing—He loves you
still. His all-knowing gaze isn’t cold surveillance—it’s tender understanding.
When He looks at you, He doesn’t see your mask. He sees your true self. And
even better—He sees who you can become when you surrender to His love.
Maybe that’s why He sometimes holds back certain
blessings or opportunities. Not because He’s stingy, but because He won’t hand
over holy treasures to hearts not yet ready to carry them. The truth is, Jesus
won’t entrust Himself to us until we entrust ourselves to Him.
May the Lord—who knows you better than you know yourself—purify your motives, deepen your faith, and make you trustworthy for His glory. May your love for Him grow beyond the thrill of the moment into unwavering surrender.
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