Mark One
Lord Jesus--There is so little that is recorded about you before you came to that river bank of the Jordan. There is the incident in the temple when you were left behind by Joseph and Mary. I can imagine long days in a carpenter's shop with wood in your hands. Somehow ironic that wood and nails were something you knew so well and yet would know even more painfully. This is the end of those quiet years. I wonder if you ever longed for those days again?
The moment he came out of the water, he saw the sky split open and God’s Spirit, looking like a dove, come down on him. Along with the Spirit, a voice: “You are my Son, chosen and marked by my love, pride of my life.”

I wonder if you held on to these words as the nails were driven into the wood. Did the sound of the hammer drown out the Father's words from your heart and head. Not a chance, no hammer's ring of iron on nails was loud enough.
Lord Jesus--Remind me in this day that affirmation is something to hold on to in the times when hammer hits nails...you never leave me alone.
Peterson, Eugene H. (2006-06-15). The Message Remix 2.0: The Bible In contemporary Language (pp. 1791-1792). NavPress. Kindle Edition.
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