I called God "stinky."
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This is not an invasion of Peter’s privacy, it is a sharing of intimacy. It’s a statement that says we are welcomed to be in relationship with this one who exceeds all of our understanding. Like Peter, I imagine that I would be likely to respond, “Who, me? But you know that I’m no good, right?
Then again, you may not want to hear it from Judas anymore. It’s too heartbreaking, as is the truth that, late at night, at the end of the road, Judas probably wishes he hadn’t destroyed the one thing that gave him hope.
This may sound like I have constructed an insufferable Hipster Jesus who was into Passover before it was cool. And yeah, maybe a little bit, but I think there’s something more to it. I’m suggesting that maybe Jesus didn’t want to be famous for simply being famous.
In those moments when she was sitting at his feet, not helping her sister Martha in the kitchen like she should have, Mary has seen Jesus and all of his story fully and completely. And she is in awe.