In semi-sleep, I dream of Jesus and me.
We’re sitting on a bank. There’s water (isn’t there always?).
I look at Jesus and sigh.
He, an adult man with a hunter’s beard (short and shaggy), looks back quizzically.
I answer the unspoken question: “I’m sorry. It must suck to be you.”
He gives a half smile and answers, “Some days. But most days it’s just amazing.”
Somehow I get that.
But then he goes on, “Must be the same for you.”
Surprise moves into the solidarity of our shared human-ness as I realize he’s right.
Some days it sucks to be me. But most days, it’s just amazing.
May you be blessed with the amazing-ness of you.
