A grandma was walking her grandson down a long hallway in a public venue. Too little to amble on his own, she held his hands and bent over him while he stood between her feet.

“Keep going—we have a long way to walk,” she said. Inches at a time, they toddled on. How cute! Then I looked again at his arms. She was holding them straight up, as you must do when strolling with a very tiny person. Uncomfortable -looking, but very secure--there was no way he was going to fall.

Do you ever imagine Jesus walking that way with us over the hard parts?