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I can't help but think that forgiveness didn't come easy
when you were rejected in Nazareth--
by your own childhood friends and neighbors
who were probably gossiping about you while
sitting on the carved chairs,
eating at the wooden tables
you'd built in your father's shop.
Yet you were made to feel
less welcome
than anywhere else you'd been
since you left home.
Like you were going back home for a high school
reunion, having been voted most likely
to work for your dad,
and you shocked everyone by announcing
that since graduation
you'd gone out and made something of yourself
currently working miracles
for a living--
and no one was impressed.
No one even believed you.
So forgive me for thinking that maybe it was your human side
rather than your divine one
that hatched up this idea
to test the people in the villages near Nazareth
by sending out the twelve to make themselves at home
in any home they chose,
to put their dusty sandals up on those wooden tables
and to rely completely upon the kindness of strangers
bringing with them not one morsel,
not one coin, not one housewarming gift...
except, of course--
healing,
salvation,
and the promise that they could expect the same hospitality
at your Father's house
because you (unlike some people you could name)
know how to make a person
feel welcome.
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Thanks so much for the kudos, John. Your poetry is amazing! I'm honored you think it's similar...
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