Home not Home Pentecost 2, Mark 3:19b-35 Then he went home; perhaps he hoped for quiet time with family, affection free of fresh demands, a sheltered space of privacy that might restore his energy. But crowds came, urgent in their need, and sought him out. The streets were lined, and villagers, resentful, said: “Young carpenter has lost his mind!” Familiarity is blind. Perhaps his brothers felt ashamed, or thought (for his own good!) they must restrain him, take him out of sight, and silence him until the dust had cleared, the town no longer fussed. I wonder what his mother thought? She’d be upset when scribes accused her son of using demon power, and fearful that he’d be abused by those whose status was misused. The Spirit that set spirits free they called “unclean” in jealous spite. He questioned whether they blasphemed to be so closed to Spirit sight while claiming they discerned the right. His family were left outside – he claimed instead a wider kin of those who heard with open mind, not limited by class or skin, but linked by Spirit born within.