He has many gifts, one being his ability to understand many things. He doesn't just understand though, he can articulate and explain in a way that makes him a wonderful teacher.
After waking to watch a 2am All Black game, he was happy they won, but obviously tired. He still willingly agreed to teach my youth Sunday School class for me. He can come up with a WAY better lesson than I can with very little notice.
A question was asked by one of the youth in the class. She was wondering why Jewish people didn't recognise Jesus Christ as the Saviour.
Anthony explained that they were looking for someone to save them. A deliverer. Perhaps someone who would free them with the grandeur of Moses freeing the people from Egypt.
But Christ came into the world in the most humble of circumstances. He was known as the carpenters son. He wasn't a great political leader who could offer them the freedom they sought. He preached "turn the other cheek". They didn't recognise His greatness.
Anthony's words made me think. We miss greatness all the time. In those around us, in our loved ones. Their greatness can be missed when we see their flaws, their simply being human. I miss greatness in the people I love most when I see the negative more than the positive. Or when I scold rather than speak with kindness and patience. I miss greatness all the time.
I see greatness in my husband. There is no grandeur, and he doesn't like a lot of public recognition, but he is great.
