Fully man, fully God

When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” 27 Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!” And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home.  
– John 19:26-27
 
Wednesday was very surreal for me. My son, Kaden, turned 13 this week. Wednesday night, as he stared at the flickering candles on his cake, I had a flashback. I remembered when my wife first told me she was pregnant with him. Shortly after the big announcement, lots of trials came, including a serious brain surgery for me. I remember how I desperately wanted to be healthy enough to see my baby boy grow up. As I recovered from surgery, I laid in the hospital bed praying to God something like "May it be your will, Lord, that I will be able to play with him, wrestle with him, shoot hoops with him, go fishing with him, and do all the things dads do with their children."
 
Kaden is now a 5’6” teenager. He is a student, an athlete, and a fine young man. I am blessed to do all those things I had prayed for. I love Kaden, and no matter what he does, he will always be my beloved son.
 
Someday he might be a teacher, run a business, coach kids, trade stocks, or even pastor a church (crazier things have happened). If he becomes CEO of a big corporation or waits tables at the local diner, he’ll be my beloved son. He could mess up and wind up in jail, and even then, he'd be my beloved son. He could even shoot the final shot, in the final game of the final four--and miss--and yes, he would still be my beloved son. However, I will wear face paint in that event. No matter whom Kaden marries or where he lives, I promise you--he will always be my beloved son. I am so blessed to have two incredible sons and two amazing girls. I have four children that are beloved to me.
 
Mary had a beloved son, too. His name was Jesus. She had watched him grow from a baby to a teen to a man, and then she watched him die.
 
That fateful afternoon, Mary gazed at her son in horror. Jesus hung on a cross, his weathered skin ripped to shreds, his breath a jagged effort, his tortured face hardly recognizable, the hair she had stroked as a mother, caked in blood and tears. 
 
She must have had a flashback to the day she, Joseph, and their newborn entered the Temple. They were fulfilling “the requirements of the Law of Moses on the 40th day from Jesus' birth.” Simeon approached the blissful parents and imparted his jarring prophecy to them:
       
“This child is destined to cause many in Israel to fall, and many others to rise. He has been sent as a sign from God, but many will oppose him. 35 As a result, the deepest thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your very soul.” – Luke 2:34-35 
 
Thirty three years later, as this prophecy unfolded before her very eyes, Mary mourned her son. Jesus looked down upon his mother and took pity. He turned to John, who was standing close by, and gave him instructions to treat her as if she were John’s own mother. 
 
Jesus, fully man, took care of his broken-hearted mother with the love of a son. Jesus, fully God, did something else for his mother that afternoon—he took the weight of her sins upon his shoulders and endured the punishment she deserved, setting her free from eternal death. He did that for his mother, and he did that for you and for me. He did it for my children too! 
 
Because Jesus is fully man and fully God, we have the gift of eternal life in Heaven. May we praise him with our whole hearts!
 
By his wounds we are healed.  (Isaiah 53:5)
 
Prayer:
  
Thank you, Jesus, for taking our sins upon yourself and freeing us forever from their grip. We don’t deserve it, but in your love for us, you gave all of yourself for our sakes. By your wounds, Lord Jesus, we are healed. We are forever thankful. 
 
AMEN 
 
 
P.S.
 
Happy 40th Birthday Bro! Aaron, it's all downhill from here 🙂
 
P.P.S.
 
I would like it noted that as of this writing, I can still beat Kaden in basketball 
 
See you Sunday!