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They missed him on the way home and hurried back there looking everywhere. And Jesus said, “Why were you looking for me? Didn't you know I had to be in my Father's house?"


Submitted:Apr 1, 2009    Reads: 61    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


SonOfMan

SonOfMan
SonOfMan
in my Father's house
in my Father's house
Jesus. Jesus of Gethsemane. Jesus of the Garden. Jesus of the Cross. Jesus was once a young child after having been a frail human baby. Born of the Virgin Mary. He was pensive and preoccupied with his Divine natural nature for He was indeed GOD in the flesh reconciling the world unto himself. He must not have played football or partaken of the Roman Games they had some way back when just like the Stadiums of modern day televised mayhem. He studied Carpentry at the wizened hands of Joseph married Mary. Joseph and Mary of Bethlehem late of Egypt. Then back to Nazareth. Jesus was a teen. Sitting in the temple preen telling all the old men a thing or three. When other children were out there kicking soccer balls into the walls of Roman Stadiums being televised on Roman Channel 7 Jesus was in that Temple area reading from the Scrolls of Isaiah. They missed him on the way home and hurried back there looking everywhere. And Jesus said, "Why were you looking for me? Didn't you know I had to be in my Father's house?" He was amazing grace. Amazing men. SonOFGod and SonOfMan.





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