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The Depth of God’s Foreknowledge

It was just before the Passover Festival. Jesus knew that the hour had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. – John 13:1, NIV.

I can only imagine John’s grieve when he wrote about Jesus’ divine knowledge about the plans laid out before Him. These plans, so painfully precious, were so delicately woven into the fabric of everyone’s collective consciousness in such a way that every single thought that was thought and every single act that was carried out played such a significant part that will change the course of history, forever.

From physical actions to the most intimate of thoughts, He orchestrated them all.

Christ foreknew the things that will happen.
Christ foreknew the thoughts people will think.
Christ foreknew the growth of His sheep.
And Christ foreknew who will be with Him at the last day.

Because of this foreknowledge, Christ, out of love, did all that He can in order to lead them into life.

He got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet.

“Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”

“You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”

“I am not referring to all of you; I know those I have chosen. But this is to fulfill this passage of Scripture: ‘He who shared my bread has turned against me.’”

“I am telling you now before it happens so that when it does happen you will believe that I am who I am.”

After he had said this, Jesus was troubled in spirit and testified, “Very truly I tell you, one of you is going to betray me.”

As soon as Judas took the bread, Satan entered into him. So Jesus told him, “What you are about to do, do quickly.”

We can only imagine what was running through the mind of Christ and the Father.

From physical actions to the most intimate of thoughts, He orchestrated them all. He knew. I can only picture John sighing at this juncture when he penned such painful words.

Just how limited is our language!

We can only imagine.

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