My friend Heather (from my Virginia days) visited this weekend and we were talking about how troubling the Gospels are. Things like "Sell all you have and give it to the poor" are disturbing to our western minds concerned with requirement accounts and a second car. Then there is Jesus himself....A 30-some year old nomad who stopped in to his mother's place from time-to-time. Can you imagine what she must have gone through?
"So, I see Jesus came by the other night. When is he going to settle down and get his own place, get a wife, have some kids?"
I wonder if Mary wanted that or if she knew she would never have that normalcy? I imagine there were times she was grateful she didn't know what the future would hold when she agreed to be the Mother of God.
I am not comfortable with the stories of the Gospel. They challenge my assumptions about life and make me look anew at my priorities. They shatter the Jesus I create in my mind and force me to come to terms with the real Jesus. The one who was non-conventional, edgy, and could look right into the souls of people and read their real motives. Including mine.
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