The part of this quote that I am mulling over is that He somehow confronted sin, yet showed love to the sinner...how I need to learn that wisdom and grace! So grateful for the sacrifice of this Man, my Savior.
He was the meekest and lowliest of all the sons of men. Yet he spoke of coming on the clouds of heaven with the glory of God. He was so austere that evil spirits and demons cried out in terror at His coming, yet He was so genial and winsome and approachable that the little ones loved to play with Him and nestle in His arms.
His presence at the innocent gaiety of a village wedding was like the presence of sunshine. No one was half so kind or compassionate to sinners, yet no one spoke such red hot scorching words about sin. A bruised reed He would not break--His own life was love, yet on one occasion He demanded of the Pharisees how they were expected to escape the damnation of hell. He was a dreamer of dreams and the seer of visions, yet for sheer stark realism, He has all of our self-styled realists soundly beaten.
He was the servant of all, washing the disciples' feet, yet masterfully He strode into the temple, and the hucksters and money changers fell over one other in their mad rush to get away from the fire they saw blazing in His eyes. In the end, He saved others, but at last, Himself, He did not save.
There is nothing in history like the union of contrast that confronts us in the gospels--the mystery of Jesus is the mystery of divine personality.
James Stewart (New Testament scholar)