The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word. After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven. So he became as much superior to the angels as the name he has inherited is superior to theirs.
Jesus is the heat in the Father’s fire. The persistence in His paternal passion. He is wholly his own and holy to everything else.
At the end of the day, words probably won’t lift the weight of what I believe. But I’m happy to let them try. I love Jesus. And writing about his Word makes me happy.
I’m not a Roman, but I’ve walked the road.