#MyMassTakeaway - The Knowledge of Christ.
No one knows the time of the Final Judgment. NOT EVEN THE SON. Only the Father.
It's crazy to me to think about that. Because as God, Jesus is omniscient. But in his humanity, he had limited knowledge - just like the rest of us.
I mean, it makes sense. When I see my baby crawling around, I remember that Jesus was a baby, too. He had to learn to crawl and walk and talk and read. He wasn't born knowing quantum physics and abstract mathematics. He wasn't a toddler philosopher.
He was a baby, like all babies. He was an inocent kid like all innocent kids. He was an impulsive teen at times (we see that when he stays behind in the temple) as all teens are sometimes.
He had to learn and grow because he's fully human.
But at the same time, it blows my mind. Because Jesus is God, he knows all things. Just... He couldn't really access that knowledge at every moment of his life on earth.
He had to discern the Father's will. He had to trust. He had to accept the limitations of the human mind.
Sometimes I wish I knew what God was planning up there. It's hard to wade through the trials and sufferings of this life, not knowing the end result or the reason behind it all.
Today, I look to Jesus as my example. I pray to him to help me accept my human limitations. To humbly acknowledge that I don't know it all, and that's okay. To wait patiently for God's plan to be revealed.
Amen.
In the meantime - anybody have a 📙 book recommendation for studying the divine and human knowledge of Christ?
Also, check out my very first lularoe dress from my friend @ezara1984. She gifted it to me last year and it's the first time I've been not pregnant enough / enough time between nursing sessions - to wear it to church! Ezara was my big sister in High School and it melted my heart when she reconnected and sent me this gift. Once sisters, always sisters. 😘 #mysundaybest
Hey rainy day, I see you coming with your coldness and wetness and grayness and blahness.
Hey rainy day, I feel you reminding me of the suffering in life. I hear you challenging me to be more humble and flexible. To surrender my desire for control and perfection.
Hey rainy day, you're not so bad.
I'll slow down if you insist. Pour myself another cup of tea. Spend some time thinking and writing.
I'll light the fire and wrap up in a blanket. Read the kids a thousand and one books. Throw dinner in the crockpot and sit back and smell the spices.
I'll let go of my obsession with going. Cleaning. Doing.
I'll stop and watch the raindrop races on my kitchen window.
Hey rainy day, I know you're not out to get me. I know you're helping me grow, like a dear friend who challenges me to test my limits. To step out of my comfort zone. To make a change and redirect my focus.
So I'll step back. I'll accept this change of pace you throw at me. I'll adjust and I won't complain.
I'll thank God for you.
Hey rainy day, you're not all bad.
