I have absolutely no doubt that we are better off with Jesus in our lives. It makes me sad that He is missing for my atheist friends and family, who think I’m the crazy one. I can see the gaping God sized hole in their lives, yet they simply will not believe. 

But here I am being all smug about my faith, and that’s not okay either.

One of the gifts of motherhood is that I truly understand what it feels like to love someone enough to lay down my life for them. There is no doubt in my mind, if my children were threatened, I would sacrifice my life in order that they be saved. What I feel for those two rascals is an overwhelming and powerful love. An infinite love. When I relate that back to the sacrifice Jesus made for me, that the Father made for me in giving up His Son, I am deeply humbled.

Every time I am reminded of Jesus’s humanity, it blows my mind. Here in today’s reading, we find God, standing in front of His followers, a man made of flesh and bone, and he hungers. In the act of eating a simple meal of grilled fish - provided by someone else, mind you, not conjured by a miracle - he displays his authentic frail ‘humanness’ to them and to us all.