I wonder what it was like for Jesus at 29.
Right on the verge of starting a brief but history-bending career as the rabbi of all rabbis, did he question what he was going to do? Did he keep telling himself that eventually he was going to go down and visit cousin John and get baptized?
Did he second guess getting in the carpentry trades? His dad’s business paid the bills, sure, but was it fulfilling? Was it something to wake him up before the sunrise with excitement, or just a job?
Were mom and dad worried that he wasn’t going to settle down, take a wife, and continue the proud lineage of the greatest kings if Israel? They remembered the visions, but they were so young back then. Lots of travel back then, it could have been exhaustion or bad food.
He’s got to feel like he’s been made for something more than what he’s doing now. He heard the stories. He knows it’s only a matter of time; just keep studying and learning, eventually it’ll happen. It’ll all make sense.
And when it does, the world will respond in kind with exponential parts adoration and hatred. Reviled by his peers, but celebrated by raca – the worthless.
But for now, he’s one year removed. A few hundred sleeps more from awakening the Kingdom.