Monday, April 15, 2013

At Home

And he came to Nazareth, where he had been brought up. And as was his custom, he went to the synagogue on the Sabbath day, and he stood up to read. And the scroll of the prophet Isaiah was given to him. He unrolled the scroll and found the place where it was written,

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,

because he has anointed me

to proclaim good news to the poor.

He has sent me to proclaim liberty to the captives

and recovering of sight to the blind,

to set at liberty those who are oppressed,

to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor.”

And he rolled up the scroll and gave it back to the attendant and sat down. And the eyes of all in the synagogue were fixed on him. And he began to say to them, “Today this Scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.” And all spoke well of him and marveled at the gracious words that were coming from his mouth. And they said, “Is not this Joseph's son?” And he said to them, “Doubtless you will quote to me this proverb, ‘Physician, heal yourself.’ What we have heard you did at Capernaum, do here in your hometown as well.” And he said, “Truly, I say to you, no prophet is acceptable in his hometown. But in truth, I tell you, there were many widows in Israel in the days of Elijah, when the heavens were shut up three years and six months, and a great famine came over all the land, and Elijah was sent to none of them but only to Zarephath, in the land of Sidon, to a woman who was a widow. And there were many lepers in Israel in the time of the prophet Elisha, and none of them was cleansed, but only Naaman the Syrian.” When they heard these things, all in the synagogue were filled with wrath. And they rose up and drove him out of the town and brought him to the brow of the hill on which their town was built, so that they could throw him down the cliff. But passing through their midst, he went away. Luke 14:16-30

At Home

They invited me back to my hometown
and I thought I would be at home
the familiar library and shops were soothing
navigating ancient pathways was exhilarating
comforting smells and old friends nearby
obscured the fact that I had changed.

Once just a twitchy teenager
uncomfortable in my own skin
now a prophet a preacher a threat
myself a challenge to the status quo
and my words threatened their sure comforts.

When picking up the book with power
they could no longer execute authority over me
I no longer responded to the old cues
no longer willing to submit to petty anarchy
filled with the spirit I became the enemy.

They were used to stroking and comfort
to the soft suburban life without city threats
they hid from the face to face with the homeless
sheltered from the want they had created
they shut out all who would shatter their icons.

Perfect and full of organic poisons,
imperfection changed by a knife and lotions
anesthetized by fine liquor and prescriptions
they danced through the seasons of parties
waiting to be honored for their contributions.

I was a hostile threat though wanting nothing
I spoke the truth and threw off the balance
I became the poison and the problematic one
the shame and the rejected the single source of pain
needing to be spit out and expelled.

God changed this simple child with love and new life
and filled the vessel with spirit and truth
the sting of love and truth can be painful
for those who would stay by the grave nostalgic
rather than embrace the fragile living life of promise.

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