Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The Cornerstone

Then Jesus began to speak to them in parables. "A man planted a vineyard, put a fence around it, dug a pit for the wine press, and built a watchtower; then he leased it to tenants and went to another country. When the season came, he sent a slave to the tenants to collect from them his share of the produce of the vineyard. But they seized him, and beat him, and sent him away empty-handed. And again he sent another slave to them; this one they beat over the head and insulted. Then he sent another, and that one they killed. And so it was with many others; some they beat, and others they killed. He had still one other, a beloved son. Finally he sent him to them, saying, 'They will respect my son.' But those tenants said to one another, 'This is the heir; come, let us kill him, and the inheritance will be ours.' So they seized him, killed him, and threw him out of the vineyard. What then will the owner of the vineyard do? He will come and destroy the tenants and give the vineyard to others. Have you not read this scripture:
'The stone that the builders rejected
has become the cornerstone;
this was the Lord's doing,
and it is amazing in our eyes'?" Mark 12:1-11

Mary's Journal Day 3 in Jerusalem

My son. He seems to be provoking everyone including me. When I ask him to give me some guidance on keeping our traditions and setting up the Seder, he just keeps putting off. I have begun to make the preparations with his women disciples who seem willing to help with anything and everything. I don't know my way around this city and wish I had my ladies at home that always help me. But I will do what I can to keep the Passover, while my son keeps provoking the religious. The stories he tells! They make them crazy with anger and I worry that there will be violence every day. This city is teeming with people, so many religious zealots and others coming for the Holy Days! I miss my quiet country life where we can have our celebrations quietly and reverently. This place is a madhouse. And y son is only making things worse.

Dear God, help me do the tasks and the preparation needed in this strange place. Help me not listen to the gossip and the chatter, but let me be quiet and peaceful in the midst of all this tumult. Help me to be kind and calm, despite the anxiety I feel every minute of every day.

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