I have been wondering this morning as I read through the book of Luke, if Jesus ever felt displaced and homesick. From His birth, He was somewhere drastically new. As He grew, did He acutely feel how different He was? Did He yearn to be back with His Father some days? Was it more hard to be fully God and fully human than we could ever imagine?
As a man, He didn't really have a home. He traveled from place to place on a mission deeply motivated by love. He wasn't accepted in His own home town and rejected by many. I think He must've loved His disciples dearly, in part, because of His displacement. They were His family.
I can only imagine how lonely that earthly journey must've been at times.
He truly is a God who is well acquainted with who we are and how we feel, and I am grateful for that.
The cross must have felt unbearable, but His walk to that cross most assuredly was not easy, either.
I ponder these things from a limited, human brain. Yet, I understand as much as I am able to, what a completely loving God we serve.
How privileged we are to belong to Him!
He is worthy of all praise and heartfelt gratitude every day.
Written by,
Dee M. Kostelyk
