"... He always lives to make intercession for them."
'Go ask Dad', my sister or brother would insist upon me when they wanted something they knew my mother had no authority to grant or when they had greater confidence that he'd acquiesce more assuredly than she. 'No, you go ask him', I'd reply, knowing that we were all a little fearful to approach him with the request, not wanting to be rejected and then subjected to the humiliation of having to saunter back and tell our siblings his answer with head bowed low, slowly shaking back and forth. In these situations we always wanted someone else to act as the intercessor on behalf of the other. It's nice to have a mediator when the one being approached is full of power and you're clearly in subjection.
Even as an adult I still find myself in similar encounters, especially with work superiors. 'Tom, do you know if we're going to be able to leave the office early today?', someone will ask on the day before a national holiday. 'I don't know. Why don't you go ask Jim?', I reply, knowing that everyone in the office also knows that he is the most senior level officer with the only authority to grant such a reprieve. Of course, no one really has enough gumption to actually follow through and ask, but they're all hoping deep down he'll demonstrate immeasurable amounts of unearned benevolence.
These examples are but rare occurrences for dad's, mom's and employers. But for Jesus, He "lives to make intercession for" me. That's His primary responsibility on His 'job description'. Imagine Jesus sitting at the right hand of God and pleading day in and day out, night after night, day after day for me, His chosen one. Makes me want to pray more. I have an advocate that knows precisely what's best for me, and He's asking the Father to grant my requests as they're in His will.
Why would Jesus do this for me? Because any good shepherd will lay down his life for the sheep. Jesus will go to any length to ensure I'm cared for and have the very best God intended for me, simply because He loves me. He will not ask God to give me a snake if I ask for a fish (cf. Matthew 7:10), nor will He lead me into an untenable situation that places me in harm's way if I ask for righteous direction. This is peaceable because I know not what I need and my prayers are most certainly filled with imperfect and unhealthy requests. I'm thankful that Jesus is filtering those for me so that I don't fall in subjection to my own ignorance and selfishness.
My intercessor is Jesus. My grantor is God. What more could I possibly need?
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