“Our identity rests in God's relentless tenderness for us revealed in Jesus Christ.”
1 KINGS 19-20
1Now Ahab told Jezebel everything Elijah had done and how he had killed all the prophets with the sword. 2So Jezebel sent a messenger to Elijah to say, “May the gods deal with me, be it ever so severely, if by this time tomorrow I do not make your life like that of one of them.”3Elijah was afraida and ran for his life. When he came to Beersheba in Judah, he left his servant there, 4while he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness. He came to a broom bush, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. “I have had enough, Lord,” he said. “Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors.” 5Then he lay down under the bush and fell asleep. All at once an angel touched him and said, “Get up and eat.” 6He looked around, and there by his head was some bread baked over hot coals, and a jar of water. He ate and drank and then lay down again.
JOHN 2
6Nearby stood six stone water jars, the kind used by the Jews for ceremonial washing, each holding from twenty to thirty gallons.b7Jesus said to the servants, “Fill the jars with water”; so they filled them to the brim.8Then he told them, “Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet. They did so, 9and the master of the banquet tasted the water that had been turned into wine. He did not realize where it had come from, though the servants who had drawn the water knew. Then he called the bridegroom aside 10and said, “Everyone brings out the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink; but you have saved the best till now.”11What Jesus did here in Cana of Galilee was the first of the signs through which he revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him.
JOURNAL
What struck me after watching Remarkably Bright Creatures was not just the loneliness in the story, but the hidden depth inside every person. Yesterday I wrote about the pain of being misunderstood and how quickly that can stir anger in me. Today I’m thinking about the opposite reality…how often I misunderstand others. How often I assume I know someone based on a moment, a reaction, a failure, or even a success, when in truth I have no idea what battles shaped them. I do not know their private griefs, their fears, their disappointments, the dreams that quietly died, or the sacrifices they made that no one ever noticed. I also do not know the beautiful ways they have loved others when nobody was looking.
The older I get, the more I realize that every human being carries an entire universe within them. Every person is remarkably complex. Every person has scars, memories, hopes, contradictions, and hidden acts of courage. To claim that I fully know another person is actually an incredibly arrogant thing. At best, I only see fragments.
What amazes me about scripture is how deeply God understands the full story of a person and yet responds with tenderness instead of condemnation. Elijah runs in fear after witnessing miraculous power from God, collapsing under exhaustion and despair beneath a broom tree. God does not shame him for weakness. He feeds him. He lets him rest. He tends to him gently in the middle of fear and confusion.
Then in Cana, at what could seem like a trivial social embarrassment, Jesus quietly turns water into wine. The miracle itself is astonishing, but what moves me most is the sensitivity behind it. Jesus cared about the embarrassment of a family hosting a wedding feast. He cared about joy. He cared about people having enough. And most of the room never even knew what He had done. Only the servants saw it. The miracle happened quietly, almost hidden, which feels like such a picture of how love often works.
That is the heart of God. Powerful beyond comprehension, yet deeply attentive to the smallest wounds and needs. The God who commands storms is also the God who notices exhausted prophets and anxious wedding hosts.
I think about Brennan Manning’s words: “Our identity rests in God’s relentless tenderness for us revealed in Jesus Christ.” That tenderness changes how I should see people. If God Himself handles broken humanity with compassion and patience, then who am I to quickly dismiss, define, or reduce another person?
Even the relationship between Jesus and Mary reveals this beautiful tenderness. The perfect Son of God chose to enter humanity through the care of an imperfect mother. From birth to death, Mary remained near Him. There is something profoundly moving about the idea that divine love was expressed through ordinary human tenderness. The all-powerful God allowed Himself to be held, comforted, nurtured, and loved.
Maybe that is part of the great mystery of life. We are all far more fragile and far more remarkable than we appear on the surface. Every person I encounter is carrying a story I cannot fully see. Every person is someone God has pursued, tended, and loved in ways I will never completely understand.
And maybe wisdom begins the moment I stop assuming I fully know anyone at all.
12“What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? 13And if he finds it, truly I tell you, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. 14In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should perish.
Matthew 18:12-14