John 14:1-31, Isaiah 28:16, Ezekiel 1:26-28
We love expectations. Sometimes we love them more than reality. We can fantasize about what something might be like—that dream job, the relationship we have longed for, winning a big game, or simply a delicious meal. But our expectations also have the power to destroy, especially when they go unmet.
When Jesus said, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me” (John 14:6), His disciples were confused. Maybe they were expecting someone more religious-looking, or more physically respectable, or more professional. Philip replied, “Show us the Father, and that will be enough for us to believe” (v. 8). Jesus didn’t meet even His own disciples’ expectations. Even though they had the Son of God standing in front of them, there was a part of them that wanted more.
When our expectations are not met, we begin to question whether something or someone is worth the effort. We call this doubt—a struggle to imagine a way, or a truth, or a life when things don’t go the way we expected.
When Jesus says He is the way, He is calling us to a life we are not creative enough to expect. We are called, like His disciples, to allow the Author of life to rewrite our expectations. This rewriting is hard. It often involves pain, and it can seem like a never-ending process (which it is).
When Jesus says He is the truth, He is calling us to lives we are not always honest enough to receive—the truth about God and about ourselves, the truth of grace and repentance, the truth about what is valuable and lovely.
When Jesus says He is the life, He is calling us to embrace a reality of that cannot exist apart from Him.
Jesus calls us to Himself. He is the way and the truth and the life. And as we read in John 14:2, He goes before us to prepare a place for us. Jesus loves His children enough to redeem us here and to lead us home.
Child of God, whatever your broken expectations are, you are called by the One who lacks nothing. In Christ, you are redeemed.
Written By Jason Tippetts