I truly think of Christ as my brother. I can picture growing up beside him playing games that children do and helping with the daily chores. Although chores always would come first. Sharing childlike secrets. Two pictures haunt me. I see myself peering into the room where the disciples are sharing the Lord’s last supper and I have this deep hunger to join. I am thinking to myself, about the disciples, don’t you get it. The other picture that haunts me is standing below the cross helpless and shameful but with the deepest love in my heart I could never imagine.