It’s one thing to know something about yourself (“I’m a painter”; “I’m a basketball player”; “I’m a mathematician”). It’s another thing, though, for others to recognize it about you (“You’re a gifted painter”; “You’re really good at basketball”; “You have a knack for math”). The same goes for Jesus. He knew he was the messiah. But here, for the first time, others recognize it. At least…sort of. The complicating factor is that while Jesus is the messiah, he’s not the sort of messiah anyone expected. Including, sometimes, still for us today.