The Messiah

“These days I am reminded that the little baby born to homeless parents then toddled in foreign lands as a refugee and grew up the son of a common laborer.  He spent his teens and twenties in utter obscurity and emerged on the scene only to collect a handful of misfits and less than ordinary types no one else wanted.  He traveled for three years raising controversy and then being falsely accused was executed as a criminal.  He knew dirt and pain and longing.  He also knew divinity.  And He laid it all down to wrap His divinity in our dust.  I marvel.  Again.  At what dust-covered love looks like”. – the unpaved road, Michele Perry