Every once in awhile in the gospels we catch a real glimpse of the human Jesus. The death of John the Baptist is such a moment. John was in prison because he told the truth about Herod and Herod had him killed on a whim. John was a relative and someone Jesus followed in ministry. Moreover, it bode badly for him. It was shocking and frightening as well as sorrowful. Jesus needed to get away alone and sort out his thoughts. He needed to find his God in prayer and get some insight into his own future direction. He was a human man in pain.
Comfort the sorrowful, O God.
Search the gospels and try to see the human Jesus instead of the Jesus who is seen as so separate and different from ourselves.
When Jesus heard of the death of John the Baptist, he withdrew in a boat to a deserted place by himself.
When Jesus saw her weeping and the Jews who had come with her weeping, he became perturbed and deeply troubled, and said, “Where have you laid him?” They said to him, “Sir, come and see.” And Jesus wept. So the Jews said, “See how he loved him.”
And he looked around at them with anger, grieved at their hardness of heart.
And he took them in his arms and blessed them, laying his hands upon them.
Jesus, tired from his journey, sat down there at the well. It was about noon.
A woman of Samaria came to draw water. Jesus said to her, “Give me a drink.”
Don’t you know me yet, Philip, after I have been with you such a long time?