48 Hours Out and I Wonder...

He's two days out from His arrest.
Jesus may not have known the specific time frame.
Certainly He feels the import of each passing moment.
To say what needs to be said.
To do what needs to be done.

It will, after all, not be long before Friend is separated from friends 
by hate disguised as swords and spears.

I wonder, on His last Tuesday, if Jesus...

    questioned if He had done all He could?

    thought grapes tasted sweeter?

    thought His mother looked more beautiful then ever?

    missed His father?

    missed His Father?

    was homesick for Heaven?

    found laughter came quickly to His lips?

    was rehearsing His words for the last supper?

    was jumpy?

    wondered if there was important advice He had yet to give?

    felt God's full pleasure?

    comprehended His unblemished life and knew peace?

    felt more lonely when evening came?

    clung to and recited a particular scripture?

    felt insecure around Judas?

    thought often about His baptism?

    reviewed His wilderness temptation?

    longed for the Mount of Transfiguration?

    felt strong or weak?

    told a joke?

    held a child on His lap?

    could still smell His perfumed feet?

When the time came, he set aside the privileges of deity and took on the status of a slave, became human! Having become human, he stayed human. It was an incredibly humbling process. He didn’t claim special privileges. Instead, he lived a selfless, obedient life and then died a selfless, obedient death...  (Philippians 2:7-8)