Sit down Jesus, I have a confession to make. You know how I always told you you were my only begotten son? That wasn’t exactly true.
Several women in the Bible (Rebekah, Sarah, Rachael, Hannah, Elizabeth) were barren, prayed to me and then received a child. Well, they were never actually barren. Their husbands were sterile (and in a couple of cases, impotent). So I paid each of the women a little visit, and that’s why their offspring were so special.
But you’re still special to me, buddy. You’re the number one son in my heart, if not chronologically. Want to go outside and have a catch?