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
He was amazed at their lack of faith.
The rumor arrived before he did. He is coming, He is
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.
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.
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