At the end, only one thing really matters: Who do you say that Jesus is?
Over the course of your lifetime, you’ll be asked thousands of questions, but none as important as this one.
And Jesus went on with his disciples to the villages of Caesarea Philippi. And on the way he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that I am?” And they told him, “John the Baptist; and others say, Elijah; and others, one of the prophets.” And he asked them, “But who do you say that I am?” Peter answered him, “You are the Christ.” And he strictly charged them to tell no one about him (Mark 8:27-30).
Most people didn’t know what to think about Jesus. His tell-it-like-it-is approach reminded them of John. His passion and fire made them think of Elijah or one of the other prophets.
But He didn’t fit their expectation of the long-awaited Messiah, the military conqueror who would free them from foreign domination.
No, this Jesus spoke too much of humility to be the Messiah, right? He talked about kindness and love and crosses.
They wanted to hear more about strength, domination, and control.
But a grain of understanding was beginning to form in the hearts of a handful of Jews—the ones Jesus had selected as His special band of followers. Almost certainly Peter didn’t fully understand what he said, but at least he got it right: You are the Christ.
Later he would embrace that confession wholeheartedly and give his life for it.
Now, two thousand years later, the Lord asks the same question: Who am I to you?
Our pluralistic world really wants you to soften your answer.
He was an incredible teacher.
He worked amazing miracles.
He died an agonizing death.
But they don’t want you to call Him Christ, because that’s too exclusive. That means you think He’s God’s final revelation, that there’s only one way.
Which is exactly what Jesus taught: the way to God is through Him, the Christ, the Messiah, the unique Son of God.
You are the Christ.
Have you confessed that?
Are you living it?