I don't know why but for the longest time I never thought of Jesus getting tired. Silly of me I suppose, but I kind of thought of him, in the brief time his ministry was going to last, going at it full tilt until the end. Stopping to pray, of course. But not going away, taking a break, not wanting anyone to know he was there. But now I get it.

I was at Wendy's the other day. I was tired. I needed to get away from the phone and the other interruptions and just have some quiet time with this gospel text and my fries. As I approached the line a man waiting to get his food gave me the kind of friendly welcome you usually get from someone you know. I'm usually pretty good with faces and thought that I had met him somewhere but couldn't place him. Turns out that he didn't know me either. He was…