And he rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the attendant, and sat down. The eyes of all in the synagogue were fixed on him. Then he began to say to them, “Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.”
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Raise your hand if you are more than a little ready for Jesus to come back and finish what he started. The fulfillment of the scriptures that resounded in the ears of dusty men sitting in the synagogue of a small town in the Middle East still vibrates in ours over the years and the miles. We have more information than those guys. We have more of the story. And yet, we have the dust of two thousand years settling on our hunched shoulders. We take our place inside this reading with resignation of the same old words from an ancient scroll that provides us only the comfort of familiar words. But there was somthing different that day - the words were familiar, yes - but the one who spoke them changed everything. Shake the dust off your soul. Listen.
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Here I am, Lord, let's go. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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