When I consider the life of Jesus, one of the interesting lessons I take away is to do with interruptions. All the stuff written about him wasn’t strategized or pre-planned: the water being turned into wine, the fish and the loaves, the calming on the stormy seas… all those miraculous stories were based on interruptions.
Think about it for a minute: did Jesus wake up in the morning and think, “Today I’m going to heal a leper, make a lame guy walk and find some random woman at a well after a long day and tell her about her husband”? In other words, did he plan the interruptions in his day? The answer is no.
Now, I know the debate: fully God (and hence, all-knowing) but fully human at the same time. What was going on in that mind of his? You and I will never really know.
For me, I like thinking of him as fully human. I like thinking that his interruptions weren’t planned. I can relate.
Last week my wife had a scheduled operation to repair a hernia. We were all set, when that morning our youngest continued to complain of a sore stomach. Long story short, she needed to go in for surgery too. “What are the chances?” my wife asked me that morning.
“Actually pretty good,” I replied. Funny how, as a parent, you become battle-hardened to these interruptions. The printer never works when you’re in a rush, the fridge is always empty when your kids are hungriest, and you only realize the toilet paper has run out after you’ve sat down on the loo.
So on a day that I was prepped to be a nursing husband, I was now thrust into the scenario of also being a nursing father. Two surgeries, two separate wards, two overnight stays – all on the same day.

I realized, on that particular morning, how slow my neural pathways are to realign in the process. “But what about work? Meetings?” In other words, I should be straight out asking: “What about the less important priorities in my life?”
That’s the thing about interruptions. They often cut to the chase immediately and ask life’s biggest question: what’s most important to you?
As I sat with my daughter in the surgical ward that night after her surgery, alternating between her and my wife in separate floors of the hospital, I revisited this question. What’s most important to me?
I reflect on how Jesus took it all in his stride. Plenty of interruptions. And he took it all on, seemingly non-plussed, according to the text. How do you get there? How do you get to that point? I have so much to learn.
It’s the interruptions that make life what it is. I look at my life and I’m aware that the routine builds itself into a mesh of mundanity in our memories. It’s the interruptions that write their way into history books.

Yes when all those unexpected redirected plans get interrupted God is working it together for Good
Praying for you guys.