The Brother

I see someone like the son of man speaking to the crowd. He fills the crowd with joy. He’s head and shoulders above everyone else. And he knows everyone there by name. They love Him and He loves them in return. The children gather around His feet and He promises to play with them. He speaks and they listen. He hugs and they gather in. He loves them. They love him. He draws the crowd. There’s so many of them. Like the hero of a town.

And then He turns His head. He looks at me. Dead in the eyes. He calls me sister. He reaches for me – a small child compared to him. And he hugs me. He makes it clear I’m family. He puts me on His shoulders and walks with me away from the crowd. His twelve best mates keep the crowd at bay.

He takes me to our father’s house. It’s white. As white as snow. Our father smiles with such pride and love at His son and then to me His daughter.

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I’m learning what is to have a brother – a brother in Jesus.

See, I have a sister but no brother and so knowing what Jesus as brother means is hard to comprehend. So that’s what He is teaching me at the moment.

My brother protects me and stands up for me. He loves me like a brother. From enemies, from inappropriate boyfriends and unwanted advances of bullies. He loves me and my friends. He provides for me and guides me by the streams when we walk. Because he is my brother. He brings me to my father’s house.

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Quiet Time guidance:

Where is Jesus in the room? Ask Him to come closer.

What lie do I believe about Him? What truth does He want to replace the lie with?