John 12—The Hour Has Come for the Son of Man to be Glorified

Original post by Rev. Benjamin Tyler Holt

(50 verses, 4:15 to read)


What I am about to READ

  • Central to John 12 are Jesus words: “The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified.” Prior to this, Jesus’ hour is referenced numerous times.


  • Throughout, Jesus’ death is referenced/emphasized.
    • Mary anoints Jesus as though for His burial (v.7).
    • The plot to kill Lazarus is parallel to the plot to kill Jesus. Certainly, on account of them both, many Jews were “going away” (v.11).
    • The disciples only understand Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem “when Jesus [is] glorified” (v.16).
    • The hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified (v.23) and all of what Jesus says that follows (vv. 24-28, 30-32, 35-36).
    • Consider John’s use of the word “glory” (vv. 16, 23, 28, 41, 43). What glory has God shown? How did God glorify His name? How was Jesus glorified? Those answers must include the crucifixion which may be the furthest thing from a dictionary definition of glory.
  • The cry of “Hosanna” means “Save us now.” For the disciples, and even for us, it’s quite difficult to wrap our heads around the fact that Jesus had to die to make us alive. Agricultural analogies explain that this way: Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit (v.24). Consider, also and especially, Romans 11.


  • “My Song is Love Unknown” Lutheran Service Book, 430.
  • My song is love unknown,
    My Savior’s love to me,
    Love to the loveless shown
    That they might lovely be.
    O who am I
    That for my sake
    My Lord should take
    Frail flesh, and die?He came from His blest throne
    Salvation to bestow;
    But men made strange, and none
    The longed-for Christ would know.
    But, oh, my friend,
    My Friend indeed,
    Who at my need
    His life did spend!

    Sometimes they strew His way,
    And His sweet praises sing;
    Resounding all the day
    Hosannas to their King.
    Then “Crucify!”
    Is all their breath,
    And for His death
    They thirst and cry.

    Why, what hath my Lord done?
    What makes this rage and spite?
    He made the lame to run,
    He gave the blind their sight.
    Sweet injuries!
    Yet they at these
    Themselves displease
    And ‘gainst Him rise.

    They rise and needs will have
    My dear Lord made away;
    A murderer they save,
    The Prince of Life they slay.
    Yet steadfast He
    To suff’ring goes,
    That He His foes
    From thence might free.

    In life no house, no home
    My Lord on earth might have;
    In death no friendly tomb
    But what a stranger gave.
    What my I say?
    Heav’n was His home
    But mine the tomb
    Wherein He lay.

    Here might I stay and sing,
    No story so divine!
    Never was love, dear King,
    Never was grief like Thine.
    This is my Friend,
    In whose sweet praise
    I all my days
    Could gladly spend!

Thoughts? Comments? Questions? Post below, or join the conversation in our Facebook group.

Rev. Benjamin Tyler Holt


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