seekeroftruth
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Mark 6:1 Jesus left there and went to his hometown, accompanied by his disciples. 2 When the Sabbath came, he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were amazed.
“Where did this man get these things?” they asked. “What’s this wisdom that has been given him? What are these remarkable miracles he is performing? 3 Isn’t this the carpenter? Isn’t this Mary’s son and the brother of James, Joseph, Judas and Simon? Aren’t his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him.
4 Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honor except in his own town, among his relatives and in his own home.” 5 He could not do any miracles there, except lay his hands on a few sick people and heal them. 6 He was amazed at their lack of faith.
They knew Jesus when He was a snot nosed kid. They knew Jesus when He scraped His knee and cried. They knew Jesus after He came back from hiding in Egypt. They knew Jesus as a pre-teen. They knew Him when He went into puberty. Jesus was a human. He was born into humanity. His mother wasn't perfect by any means. They knew she was pregnant with Him while betrothed. He didn't arrive on a cloud with a huge hammer in His fist. He didn't carry a lightning bolt on His hip. He was a baby in that manger. Jesus was a kid and probably got into kid-type mischief. They knew He had tiny little skeletons hidden. Heck, they knew He was a skeleton of Mary's.My family makes fun of me for getting up every morning and posting these verses. I'm no preacher! I've never been to Seminary. All I have is an online Bible.
They know that I once thought all abortion was wrong, even after rape or incest. They know I've softened a little to take Aaron's stance. Aaron said, "you do what you want to do, as for me and my household... we will serve the Lord". My family knows I am writing these little notes every morning and they "overlook it". My family remembers when I was drinking. My family knows that I swear like a sailor sometimes. They know I'm a lot like that woman at the well who had many husbands. My family "accepts" me as I am.... but I am no preacher.
My family would laugh their butts off if I were to get behind a pulpit. I am the last example many of what many of them would approve of in their church. My family would call me a zealot. Then there are some in my family who think I am a purist, and my type of religion is just too hard to pull off. My family knows the skeletons I have hidden. Most know where they are hidden too. Honestly, I wish they would point the locations out to me, cause I've forgotten most of my skeletons, let alone where they are hidden, because I post these verses every day.
Jesus was a kid once, then a pre-teen, then a teen.... and they all knew Him. I don't think He was a perfect kid. He had to experience being human so He could understand and forgive. I think He fell down. I think He dropped a pass now and then. I think they knew His past too well to expect much out of the carpenter's son.
His family remembered "the snot nosed kid".
