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Edwyn
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I wish for you to read prayerfully the Gospel reading before you read the rest of this post.
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“Father, they are your gift to me.” Can you even understand the unimaginable tenderness of God the Son thanking God the Father for making us and making everything happen the right way so He can give us to Jesus?!
“I wish that where I am they also may be with me.” This prayer is so childlike, so tender. I really am speechless.
Sorry for the ramble I really had to get this off my chest before I sleep.
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I was doing Lectio Divina on the Gospel when these words hit me like a left hook: totally unexpected and knocked me out by crying like a little girl. I do not think any other translation captured the tenderness Jesus expressed in praying for all His disciples, then and in the feature (verse 20), which of course includes me and you.“I pray not only for these, but also for those who will believe in me through their word…Father, they are your gift to me. I wish that where I am they also may be with me, that they may see my glory that you gave me, because you loved me before the foundation of the world.” John 17:20, 24 (NABRE).
“Father, they are your gift to me.” Can you even understand the unimaginable tenderness of God the Son thanking God the Father for making us and making everything happen the right way so He can give us to Jesus?!
“I wish that where I am they also may be with me.” This prayer is so childlike, so tender. I really am speechless.
Sorry for the ramble I really had to get this off my chest before I sleep.