Wednesday

Jesus Christ,

I forget that you spend years as a carpenter, practicing your trade, working with wood rather than souls. Or were you busy healing as well? Perhaps you'd do it on the sly, when no one would notice? They'd come to have some wood shaped and end up with some insight on the kingdom?
I don't think so. I imagine the Gospels would have included that. Were you waiting for a reason? Perhaps simply to understand our condition? So you could say you know perfectly the road we walk?
Thank you for coming. For being fully God, fully human. For loving so deeply, for grace and beauty, for love and wonder. Thank you, Christ, and may my feet somehow find their way along the path you have set before us.
Amen