The kingdom of God comes clothed in ordinariness and dressed in vulnerability. We are here, probably like the tenants, expecting it to come in grand schemes in a form before which we would tremble. Instead it comes rather in a way that we can easily scoff and dismiss, so ludicrous can it first seem to us. God has come to us as a baby, as one socially marginalised, as one hanging on a tree, as bread. None of these ways has the elements of a grand army, a mighty battalion. Like the landowner’s son in the parable all these ways are disarming in their simplicity.
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