I’ve just finished reading Luke for the umpteenth time and love it better than before. I love how Luke gives a beautiful caring, loving, gentle manner to Jesus. Maybe Luke was a pushover for stories, like I am. He’s the only writer who recorded the parable of the prodigal son, which, more than focusing on prodigal living, reveals the waiting, watching Father who can’t wait to throw a party. (I learned today that the Hebrew term that the father used literally means, “let’s eat, drink, and be large-diaphramed!” I’m delighted to have evidence that God laughs in joy.)

Luke often puts in these comments to explain why the person was crying, or why they were asking this question. Jesus, knowing all things, may have explained these things to His disciples but maybe it only registered with Luke the doctor.  Or maybe Luke just noticed it on his own. He would have been sensitive to people, their body language, their tears. I bet he and Jesus made a terrific team. I wish I could’ve met them.

Actually, I WILL meet them sometime!!!! How’s that for meeting wonderful people you’ve read about?!