What did Jesus think?

I wonder...What Jesus thought as He triumphantly entered Jerusalem. Peacefully astride a donkey, throngs joyfully calling "Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the Name of the Lord!" Yet in the background, the scowls of those who did not love Him. Surely, He, the Seer of all things, could see their hearts. Could penetrate that joyful throng to see those shadowed, evil stares. Knowing that He would that day be lovingly welcomed, His way softly padded by branches, His cheeks caressed by the winds stirred as the people waved Him in, and then a short time later He would die, their own words condemning Him. "Crucify, crucify!" His heart must have been breaking.

I wonder...What Jesus thought at that last supper. Sharing with disciples who love Him. Who worship Him with their souls. Then Judas, the Betrayer. What thoughts would come here? Compassion? Love? For this man? Ah, but yes. For even into the hands of the Betrayer was the cup passed. "This is my body...this is my blood..."Then that man turned in the One who had led him, had taught him.Even then, remorse. Isn't that how it happens? We regret once it's too late?

I wonder...What Jesus thought as He hung on the cross. Spittle and blood on his cheeks, the burning and stinging of His beard pulled out. His body opened from the whip laid to his flesh. The thorns, pounded into His skull. Feeling the sins of the world upon Him. Blackness, knowing Your own Father is no longer with You. Feeling Judas' death as His own. Gasping for air. The cries of babes unborn or murdered. The weeping of the desolate woman. The despair of the vagabond. The living death of the leper. The blindness of those He had healed. The anger of the man who has failed. Loving them, even as He died.

Spikes through His hands and feet. Those same hands that John held as he baptized his Lord. "This is my Beloved Son, in Whom I AM well pleased..."

I wonder...What Jesus thought as He went back to His Father, knowing He had completed all.What Jesus thought when He was sent back. Leaving the Father a second time, yet not the final time. Defeating death, only to leave the world to the great Destroyer. Having to wait, knowing all He has suffered, and yet how many do not accept it. Everything He endured, and yet it is taken as myth.

I wonder...What Jesus thought as he looked upon Mary in the garden. Daughter of Grace, of Redemption. Peter, the one who came out on the waves, who would take the Gospel. Thomas, the doubter, then the Believer. Knowing all that would happen after He returned Home.

God here on earth.

God in heaven.

Lived, Died, Rose.

This is Easter.