2 Sam 24:2, 9-17; Mark 6:1-6
Have you ever been touched by fresh morning wind?
Have you ever been touched by the sounds of the tree?
Have you ever been touched by the beauty of valleys during the early fall season?
Have you ever been touched by a sunrise and sunset?
Have you ever been touched by a waterfall?
Have you ever been touched by crickets?
Have you ever been touched by rolling water?
Have you ever been touched by waves?
Have you ever been touched by the sprinkle of the pond nearby your home?
Have you ever been touched by freshly mowed grass on a spring day?
Too often, we are swept so quickly. Our frozen belief sometimes teaches us “not to allow anything or anyone to touch us.”
It is too used to do! It is too ordinary! It is too common! It is too simple, and I need more than simplicity! It is too general, and I need something specific! I need something special because it makes me feel good! It is too frequent!
What we think probably parallels with some people who were in the synagogue, who asked and doubted:
“Is he not the carpenter, the son of Mary, and the brother of James and Joseph and Judas and Simon? And are not his sisters here with us?”
Jesus told us: “A prophet is not without honor except in his native place and among his own kin and in his own house!”
Amen.