In prayer this morning, I was struck more than usual regarding our “sibling” status with Jesus. Christ is a lot of things, and one that I pass over frequently is Brother. I meditated on how the “two” of us lived inside me, and how crazy cool that was, if mysterious. I thought it was even cooler that our “oneness” was even more real than our individuality.

In my minds eye, I saw the classic dog-blame-dog video run in my head and chuckled. My vision shifted to my sister and I at play and occasional mischief, and my smile remained. I could still see our sheepish faces failing to achieve eye contact with a parent, and visualized one of us blaming the other for any mishaps…unintended or otherwise.

I thought to myself how easy it would be for Jesus to subtly yet clearly point His perfect, youthful finger at his little, troublemaker sister.

But He doesn’t.

Jesus is in this with us, in some capacity as us. As noted many times previously, He does not condemn us. It’s not like “Dad gets home”, sees the mess that we made, says, “Which one of you did this??” and Jesus subtly points to you. He doesn’t then pile on, making us feel terrible for His willingness to take the wrap. It’s not like that AT ALL. We should always express gratitude for His ability and willingness to forgive and walk us through our messes. But we should never make ourselves feel smaller to acknowledge His bigness and perfection.

Cute reminder today that even if a sibling hung you out to dry growing up…Jesus never will.

Best. Big. Brother. Ever.