I love thinking about what it must've been like being Jesus. Imagine you've got 12 dunderheads around you, always begging to hear your wisdom and to receive lessons, but then they never actually listen to what you say. So as soon as you're done with a sermon, all these guys are like "Master, what does that mean?" And you just get so tired of it you just say, "Idk man, just ask Mary, she understands it far better than any of you ever will."














