Have you ever had déjà vu?
I have. I'm not sure of the science behind it, but I'm pretty sure I have superpowers. It's happened too many times for it to be a coincidence. Maybe I could be a fortunate teller? Sorry, lost my train of thought there for a minute. Déjà vu. It happens to all of us.
You could say Jesus had déjà vu. The phrase literally means "already seen." Jesus had seen and knew his purpose. He knew he was going to the cross to be humiliated, spit upon, and beat. The future was not bright.
If only the disciples understood what was about to take place! They had no idea their friend was about to change the world forever. That this man was going to deliver people from sin into a life full of amazing grace. Full of promises. Full of love. Full of life.
Prayer: Thank you Father for this prediction. Although it was grim and dark, it released a new hope across the world. Thank you for your sacrifice for sending Your Son. I praise you for this life you have given me. May I never stop praising you. Be with me as I go into the world sharing your love. Shine Your light in me. I love you Jesus. Amen.
Lord, I have heard of your fame;
I stand in awe of your deeds, Lord.
Repeat them in our day,
in our time make them known;
in wrath remember mercy.
God came from Teman,
the Holy One from Mount Paran.
His glory covered the heavens
and his praise filled the earth.
His splendor was like the sunrise;
rays flashed from his hand,
where his power was hidden.
Plague went before him;
pestilence followed his steps.
He stood, and shook the earth;
he looked, and made the nations tremble.
The ancient mountains crumbled
and the age-old hills collapsed—
but he marches on forever.
I saw the tents of Cushan in distress,
the dwellings of Midian in anguish.
Were you angry with the rivers, Lord?
Was your wrath against the streams?
Did you rage against the sea
when you rode your horses
and your chariots to victory?
You uncovered your bow,
you called for many arrows.
You split the earth with rivers;
the mountains saw you and writhed.
Torrents of water swept by;
the deep roared
and lifted its waves on high.
Sun and moon stood still in the heavens
at the glint of your flying arrows,
at the lightning of your flashing spear.
In wrath you strode through the earth
and in anger you threshed the nations.
You came out to deliver your people,
to save your anointed one.
You crushed the leader of the land of wickedness,
you stripped him from head to foot.
With his own spear you pierced his head
when his warriors stormed out to scatter us,
gloating as though about to devour
the wretched who were in hiding.
You trampled the sea with your horses,
churning the great waters.
Jesus took the Twelve aside and told them, “We are going up to Jerusalem, and everything that is written by the prophets about the Son of Man will be fulfilled. He will be delivered over to the Gentiles. They will mock him, insult him and spit on him; they will flog him and kill him. On the third day he will rise again.”
The disciples did not understand any of this. Its meaning was hidden from them, and they did not know what he was talking about.