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Mk 6:1-6

Jesus departed from there and came to his native place, accompanied by his disciples.
When the Sabbath came he began to teach in the synagogue,
and many who heard him were astonished.
They said, "Where did this man get all this?
What kind of wisdom has been given him?
What mighty deeds are wrought by his hands!
Is he not the carpenter, the son of Mary,
and the brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon?
And are not his sisters here with us?"
And they took offense at him.
Jesus said to them,
"A prophet is not without honor except in his native place
and among his own kin and in his own house."
So he was not able to perform any mighty deed there,
apart from curing a few sick people by laying his hands on them.
He was amazed at their lack of faith.




        The rumor arrived before he did.  He is coming, He is coming!

They had all heard about his miracles.  They had all heard about his powers.  They had all heard about his parables.  They had all heard about his extraordinary ideas.  And now, finally, at last, he was coming home.  He was coming home.


        He did not come alone.  What his family had told them proved to be true.  They could see it for themselves.  He was in the company of followers, young and old, rich and poor, men and women, as if he were a Rabbi.


        Sabbath came.  They all went to the synagogue.  And just as all had expected, some had hoped, and others had feared, he started to speak.  He taught in a way that really amazed them.  That is why they did not ever let him finish.  Where did he, that man she knew so very well, get that power?  Where did he, that one they had been working, praying, talking, dancing, quarreling, and walking with, get those words from?  Wasnít he a carpenter?  Wasnít he the son of Mary and Joseph?  Didnít they know his relatives?


        There was something strange about it.  Didnít some scribes say that he was bewitched, that he was possessed by the evil one?  Hadnít his own family gone after him because they thought that he was out of his mind?


        How could a human being like him, an ordinary man, like themselves, be like that?  Confronted with his power, listening to the marvel of his words, enjoying his stories, seeing him there in the semi-darkness of their not-so-well lit synagogue, full of majesty, dignity, divinity, humanity, and Spirit, they did not accept him.  They did not believe their eyes.  They did not believe their ears.  He was just like themselves, and they were not like that.  They were just ordinary, unimportant, insignificant, small provincial townspeople.  So was he, wasnít he?  He was just too much for them.  They did not accept him.  But folks, by not accepting him, they did not accept themselves either Ė their own possibilities, their own humanity, their own origin.


        They were victims of an orchestration, an indoctrination that had been going on and on, just as so many people in this country today, in this world today are victimized by the same.  They were tied by chains they would never be able to break, just as so many are tied by chains in this day and age, that may never be broken.  They had been too often labeled as useless, mean, low, as nobodies by those who ruled business, state, temple, and government, just as are so many in this time and day.  They could not believe that they or he could be liberated like that.  He had to be as they saw themselves Ė practically useless, passive objects in the history of humanity.  He could not be what he said he was.  Why?  Because if he could, shouldnít they too?  If he could, if Jesus could, then certainly we can also, in this time and day, in this country, in this world, right now.


        Who could ask a thing like that of him?  So they threw him out, preferring the status quo.  He was really too much, much too much for them.


        It must have saddened his heart.  Only some let him heal, having faith in him.  And for the rest . . . He made his tour in the villages nearby, preaching the good news  of our liberation that was too much for them in his own home!


        You know, it is never easy for me to find the words to share with you that I think will be meaningful to you, not only as those words relate the scripture sharing of the week, or as a homily, a sermon, whatever.  I just see myself as simply sharing what God has blessed me with in my everyday life experiences, just like each of you.  I say this to you as a friend, not so much as a preacher, or a minister, or a Deacon.  Like you this journey of life is not an easy one for me, the things I see, my own joys and troubles, no different than you.  I do not have all of the answers to all of lifeís questions, especially at this time, this day, this week, month, and year of 2010.  Like you, I have to search for them also, and many times there just isnít any there.  Life just is.  But this much I do know for certain.  Dear friends, Jesus should never be too much, not for us in this time and day in this country, in this world.  In fact, His is the hope for us all, and the only hope, despite what is going on today in this country, in this world.  He is our liberator if we but choose to let him.  We need not fear anyone, any unjust law, or any ruler that defies him.  For with him, in him, and of him, we are set free.  Accept him, believe in him, come to know him.  He is all that we need on this journey of life, despite anyone who will say different.  Make the choice, make it daily.  God loves all of His children, believers and non-believers alike.  We cannot understand the mindset of God.  His love and compassion and forgiveness is too big for us to understand.  But it is that very same love and compassion and forgiveness that we are called to live ourselves.  Not always so easy, but we are called to try, and to walk in the footsteps of our Lord and Savior.


        It is my hope that this message was meaningful to you.  God bless you and have a great weekend ahead.


"Never ask Jesus to guide our footsteps if we are not willing to move our feet" God bless you always.Ē


© Deacon Steve A. Politte

June 5th, 2010








ďTurn Your Eyes Upon JesusĒ by Alan Jackson







~ Hope ~

Hope is the dawning
of a brand new day,
Knowing that God
will take care of you, in every way.

Hope is the key
that unlocks every door,
Thanking God for the places
youíve never been before.

Hope is for the good things
that life can bring,
Peace and joy, and a special song
that God gives you to sing.

Hope gives you the strength
to carry on when things look bad,
Showing you that God is with you,
the best friend youíll ever have.

Hope always puts
a smile upon your face,
And reminds you that anythingís possible,
with Godís loving grace.

Hope is seeing Godís miracles
when the outcome looks grim,
For everything changes,
when our Father steps in.

Hope is what God gives us, to hang on to,
Something that we can share with others,
who donít know what to do.

Written By Eva Dimel
Inspired By God
June 3rd 2010









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