familiarity – Barb, poet priest

Home not Home

Home not HomePentecost 3, Mark 3:19b-35Then he went home; perhaps he hopedfor quiet time with family,affection free of fresh demands,a sheltered space of privacythat 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,orContinue reading “Home not Home”

Home not Home

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 carpenterContinue reading “Home not Home”