I have been missing Stephen today (which is nothing especially new, since I miss him whenever I’m not with him, and I’m not with him way too much), and I thought how strange it is that he wasn’t even a part of my life six months ago, and now I can’t imagine what my life would be like without him.

My intent in writing this isn’t to make you gag at my cheesiness, but to pose a question. When Jesus was here on earth– the Son of Man, God made flesh–did He miss God? Did God miss Him? I know they are the same being, but they are also separate, and I suppose this is where the mystery of the Trinity applies. Of course, if Jesus was in constant communion with God while on the earth, then I don’t guess He had much reason to miss Him, so perhaps this whole line of thought is preposterous. I just thought how sad it must have been for God to send away His Son to live with a people who would reject Him and ultimately murder Him. As much as I hate to leave Stephen whenever we have to part, I imagine the ache that Jesus felt was paramount, and probably coupled with a great deal of compassion and longing to go to these people who so desperately need Him. How torn he must have been, and yet he went willingly to the slaughter.

I don’t think this post makes any sense, but I know that I can empathize with Paul when he writes in Romans 11:33, “Oh the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable his judgments, and his paths beyond tracing out!” Let us drink in the mystery of Him.