When He became lost at the temple there must have been frustration. He lost track of time. He was just finishing up something He was meant to do. He had a purpose that day. And the next. And the next. And He said things like, I was about my Father's business.
When he started gathering followers to help keep His message alive, there were those who disliked Him. They spread rumors and sought His life. They mocked Him and hurt Him. They betrayed Him and hung Him. Humiliation and loneliness. And He said things like, Forgive them.
Three days in a dark stone tomb, and then He stood. Calling to Mary. Showing wounds to His apostles. Teaching. Again. And I read this story over and over and can't quite absorb it all. The love. The sacrifice. The power. And I say, For my sake did these things happen. For me. Me?