do you ever just think about Jesus living here on earth?
I think sometimes we tend to think that Jesus just bounced from one miracle to another and everyday was a Bible story. but His ministry lasted three years and the Gospels don't actually cover that much.
so imagine all those ordinary days.
He probably had favorite foods and morning routines and sore dirty feet from walking while sweat ran into His eyes in the hot Judean sun and He got blisters and hiccups and migraines and pimples and maybe He snored.
all the times He laughed till He cried. I bet He had inside jokes with His disciples. imagine having an inside joke with the Person who invented laughing in the first place.
and He had human skills. He knew how to build a house and cook and wash His clothes and read.
passing food at the dinner table and bumping hands with Jesus.
maybe some nights a disciple had insomnia and he climbed out of his bedroll to find Jesus sitting against a rock, looking up at Heaven, and they watched the stars together.
(the God of the universe looking up through short-sighted eyes at His creation, and the disciple wants so badly to ask what it was like to shape each star, but he looks at those calloused human hands and something in him trembles.)
do you think the ordinary days so far outnumbered the miraculous ones that the disciples, sometimes, almost forgot?
and then He goes and turns water into wine and feeds five thousand people from a kid's lunch and brings dead Lazarus walking alive out of the tomb and they just kind of lose their breath.
not because they didn't expect deity to accomplish the impossible, but because this God has been living with them.
it's not the miracles that are unthinkable.