Even when He was a baby, a small boy, a hormone-driven teenager. A young man. There has always been something about the mind of Christ that is different from our minds. And yet, as we have said on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and yesterday, and now again today we are invited in God's Word to have that kind of mind too. But we have the mind of Christ.
Someone drives nails into our hands figuratively speaking, of course.
A prostitute comes over to us and says a few Mary Magdalene-type words in our ear. She doesn't put perfume on our feet, but she's wearing quite a bit of it. You know, friend, what we need, frankly speaking, is a miracle. A transplant miracle. Yes, there's the daily process of feasting on God's thoughts, on Jesus' words and deeds and His Magna Carta, His Sermon on the Mount.