Gospel – 7/31/20 – Matthew 13:54-58
Jesus came to his native place and taught the people in their synagogue.
They were astonished and said,
“Where did this man get such wisdom and mighty deeds?
Is he not the carpenter’s son?
Is not his mother named Mary
and his brothers James, Joseph, Simon, and Judas?
Are not his sisters all with us?
Where did this man get all this?”
And they took offense at him.
But Jesus said to them,
“A prophet is not without honor except in his native place
and in his own house.”
And he did not work many mighty deeds there
because of their lack of faith.
Dear Diary, every time I prepare to write one of these reflections, I can’t help but fear how the message will be taken. Why?
Because, I was not always what I am today. When I was younger, I certainly dreamed a different path. I also treated people differently today. I was . . . shall we say, somewhat more self absorbed.
So it doesn’t surprise me at all when people don’t respond to what I heard him say. But it does set a chill in my heart thinking maybe I shouldn’t try to be his mouthpiece.
Yet, here I am because I feel compelled to write. Even if there are those who can’t accept what comes through me and out of my fingers or mouth.
I know what Jesus is experiencing with the doubt cast upon him because people knew him before. I am no prophet, obviously. But sometimes God uses the broken to carry his message.
Jesus wasn’t broken but he knew the feeling of isolation from his own area. I trust that God will continue to use me until I am no longer needed.
I know, I will not try to be the modern day Jonah. If he has a message and chooses me as the tool to deliver it . . . well, it will be found here.
No leviathan needed.