Mark 6: 1-13
The first time I preached at my home church, people didn’t know what to make of me. They remembered the little boy who played Joseph in the Christmas play, who refused to walk arm-in-arm with the little blond girl playing Mary. They remember the kid who banged his teeth against the railing and the blood that coiled around the drain. They remembered the teenager who disappeared from church as soon as he the confirmation classes droned to their principled end.
They didn’t remember someone in a clerical collar and big white robe; having the temerity to speak for God.
People had memories of Jesus as a little boy, too. And healing diseases and casting put demons weren’t part of the shared memory. Mark says that Jesus was “amazed at their unbelief” (6: 6), but I’m guessing they were equally amazed at him.
But maybe Jesus remembered something about them that they had forgotten. After all, he grew up with them, prayed, learned, and worked with them. Maybe he remembered how faithful they were, and how important they were in shaping the man who he grew up to be.
And now, they couldn’t see beyond their own memories to see what God is doing among them.
What is keeping you from seeing God kingdom growing around you?