A Good Brother

Let me start by saying that I am certain of nothing except that if there is a God, then He must love us dearly. In fact, I believe that He loves us so dearly that He came out of His God place and made a home here. He had a mother and a father that loved Him as a son and He loved them as his parents. Not only that, he had brothers. Now if you are an only child you may not fully understand the significance of this, but having grown up with brothers I think this is worth noting. Brothers fight. They get sick of each other. They call each other names. They are competitive and rough. If this God Man grew up with brothers then it was nothing like the company He was used to from where He came from. These young boys had flaws. They had deep hatreds and deeper loves. They were probably curious and somewhat reckless. Maybe they were shy and quiet or perhaps outgoing and loud. Either way, they weren't perfect. They made mistakes. They had dreams and passions, fears and frustrations, desires and needs. What is truly amazing to think of is if this God Man, who at this point could be considered a God Boy, were really the Maker and Creator of all things, then that would include these boys, these brothers. A creator stepping into His own creation is one thing, but the Maker of humanity not only stepping into, but becoming a part of the lives of those whom He created is something else! To think as He watched His brothers interact, He, the Master Craftsman, who not only knows them to the core of their being, but actually made the core of their being out of His own image and likeness in all of His wisdom and power. To see them for who they truly are despite what is happening on the outside. And He was their brother.