In Capernaum, he carried illnesses. In Jerusalem he carried what lies underneath every illness and every grief: our sin. “He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree… By his wounds you have been healed” (1 Peter 2:24). “For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many” (Mark 10:45; see Matthew 20:28). Then he said, “It is finished,” and on Sunday morning the King who served us all the way to death rose from the grave.
So what sort of man is this? He is the King who is willing. He is the King who sets the table and invites the guests. And he is the King who never stops serving us. For everyone who belongs to Christ, this is the good news: you are not serving a tired king. You were seen before you asked, raised when you were dead, and set on your feet to serve him with strength he supplies. Verse 15 is the whole Christian life in one sentence. He comes in, he takes us by the hand, he raises us up, and we spend the rest of our days serving the King who never stops serving us.