Jesus went to the temple when He was a 12-year-old boy (Luke 2:40–52). I wish I could have been sitting in a corner. All of the wise doctors, the learned theologians, were questioning Jesus. They might have said to Him, “Well, son, how old are you?”
He could have said, “Well, on my mother’s side, I am 12 years old; on my Father’s side, I am older than my mother and just as old as my Father,” because there never was a time when Jesus was not.
On His mother’s side, He got thirsty; on His Father’s side, He created every ocean, every brook, every lake, and every spring. He said, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink” (John 7:37).
On His mother’s side, He got hungry; on His Father’s side, He fed 5,000. He said, “I am the bread of life” (John 6:35).
On His mother’s side, He lived in poverty and was homeless; on His Father’s side, He created the universe and owns the cattle on a thousand hills (Psalm 50:10–12).
On His mother’s side, with a broken heart, He wept at the tomb of Lazarus; on His Father’s side, He said, “Lazarus, come forth!” (John 11:43), and Lazarus came out of that grave.
