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, "Only in their own towns, among their relatives and in their own homes are prophets without honor." 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.
My thoughts -
I think it's kind of interesting how people who have know you the longest think they know you the best. They might not have seen you in years but they knew you "way back when", so they know the "real" you. They do not allow for growth and maturity. To them you'll always be that kid who they babysat, or whose diaper they changed, or whatever.
I find it comforting when something that happens in my life also happened to Jesus. Here he is, the Messiah, the Son of God, the Son of Man, and he can't perform miracles in his home town because to them he'll always be that carpenter's kid. They couldn't see past his childhood. They couldn't see past the box they placed him in. In fact, they got kinda ticked that he didn't really fit in that box anymore.
I pray that we may learn to see the growth in others; that we may allow people to change; that we may see the people who stand before us today for who they are now and not for who we remember them to be.
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