54 He came to His hometown and began teaching them in their synagogue, so that they were astonished, and said, “Where did this man get this wisdom and these miraculous powers? 55 Is not this the carpenter’s son? Is not His mother called Mary, and His brothers, James and Joseph and Simon and Judas? 56 And His sisters, are they not all with us? Where then did this man get all these things?” 57 And they took offense at Him. But Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honor except in his hometown and in his own household.” 58 And He did not do many miracles there because of their unbelief.
Jesus really does know the hearts of men, doesn’t He?
I keep thinking about people I knew growing up and how I would react to them if they suddenly appeared as a Pastor in my church. Would I be able to look at them with the same level of respect as I do my current Pastor, who is a complete stranger to me? Possibly, but probably not.
Then I flip that around (because it’s important to look at issues from all sides). If I went to talk in their church, how would they look at me?
Ugh! Suddenly, I really don’t like this line of thought. ~laughs~
I’m picturing who I was for most of my life (sinful, wicked, living for the flesh) and then possibly surprising those who may have known me during some of those times with the new, born again me…well, let’s just say, it probably wouldn’t be fun or pretty to be laughed right out of their church!
Hmmm, that’s a really humbling thought. Praise God He didn’t leave me like I was back then.
Jesus, who was perfect and lived a perfect life, even HE couldn’t get the respect in His own hometown that He deserved. Talk about sad. Sadder still is that because of the way He was treated, He didn’t offer as many miracles because they wouldn’t have believed them anyway.
Let’s face it…people on the whole are judgmental and we have superiority complexes. Even the most humble of us, will fight it in one circumstance or another.
It’s really difficult to be objective when there is history involved.
I mean, get real…
- Who ever forgets the kid who vomits on the teacher in school?
- Or the boy who picked his nose and ate it when he thought no one was looking?
- Or the girl who had to drop out of high school because she got pregnant?
- Or the cheerleader who came out of her top at a game?
- Or the bad boy that every girl had a secret crush on?
- Or the one that broke our hearts?
- Or the one that never knew that they broke our hearts?
It’s super hard to consciously “forget” experiences with people. And that is what we have to do in order to objectively view them in the present and offer the respect that may now be due.
None of us are who we once were (at least I pray you have grown). If you haven’t changed at all since high school, you might want to see a counselor about that, or rather talk to THE Counselor, Jesus about that!
Anyway, none of us have stayed the same. Some people have only just begun to change. Others changed years ago and continue to change. Just because someone may still live in the same town, doesn’t mean they are the same person you once knew. Experience, trials, tribulations, loss, grief, joy…all combine to shape us into the future “us”.
We all need to try very hard to ‘see’ others with new eyes, even if we’ve known them for years.