This summer I have scheduled a trip back to Oregon.  Amongst visiting family and enjoying the stunning landscapes, I will be reconnecting with people I have not really seen in twenty to twenty-five years.  These people knew me before I grew up; as I was attempting to grow up.  It is frightening.  My only solace is in the self-deception that the memory of my classmates is not as vivid as mine.

The source of my chagrin is the reality that I did not grow up completely yielded to the will and power of the Savior I confessed.  I displayed attitudes, committed acts, and spoke words I regret.

Jesus did not have this fear.  He grew up yielded to the Father and without the burden of regrets.  We would think that those who knew him, who watched him make the journey from boy to man would have been so impressed that they would only speak of him in hushed and reverent tones.

When Jesus took his rightful place as authoritative Teacher, kind words of “church” people turned quickly to murderous action.  Jesus left his hometown and shared the grace to come with those who did not know him well.

The truth of Jesus’ love for both those who knew him and violently rejected him and those who just met him and immediately followed him will be the topic for consideration this week at Main Street.