Jesus
I remember a story about a mom making pancakes for her two sons. Tommy was four and Billy was two. She was making Mickey Mouse pancakes where you pour one circle and then you pour two smaller circles on top of it to make those ears for Mickey Mouse pancakes. As she flipped the pancakes, one of the pancakes got messed up and one of them stayed intact.
Many of us were raised with the idea of how much God loved Jesus, his son, his only begotten son. The more research we do of understanding the translations from the Greek and the Aramaic, what we come to know is that that One, that only begotten One, is within every one of us. Every one of us is born in the brilliance of the immaculate conception of God’s idea of us. So today, perhaps our practice could be the miracle of coming to feel God loves me as much as Jesus. God loves me as much as Buddha. God loves me as much as Mother Teresa.

