Growing up, my mom made a big deal about picture day, and dressed me in the best I had. I’ll always remember 2nd grade.
It had rained most of the day. Leaving school, I slipped and fell into a mud puddle. In my best clothes.
The walk home was miserable. I knew my mom would be furious. The more I thought about it, the worse it got.
So when she met me at the door and quietly said “let’s get you cleaned up,” I just stood there. I was ready for the worst. But that’s not what I got.
The response we see from God in Sunday’s readings? It’s kind of like that.
More on this tomorrow. Readings for Sunday