A Samaritan Village Refuses to Receive JesusWhen the days drew near for him to be taken up, he set his face to go to Jerusalem. 52And he sent messengers ahead of him. On their way they entered a village of the Samaritans to make ready for him; 53but they did not receive him, because his face was set towards Jerusalem. 54When his disciples James and John saw it, they said, ‘Lord, do you want us to command fire to come down from heaven and consume them?’ 55But he turned and rebuked them. 56Then they went on to another village.
Would-Be Followers of Jesus57 As they were going along the road, someone said to him, ‘I will follow you wherever you go.’ 58And Jesus said to him, ‘Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.’ 59To another he said, ‘Follow me.’ But he said, ‘Lord, first let me go and bury my father.’ 60But Jesus said to him, ‘Let the dead bury their own dead; but as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God.’ 61Another said, ‘I will follow you, Lord; but let me first say farewell to those at my home.’ 62Jesus said to him, ‘No one who puts a hand to the plough and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.’ Luke 9:51-62
Right now, nothing looks promising
the grey dripping tears sky somber
light disappearing into her winter self
we are on the cusp of a fruitless season.
Bitterness and despair can over take
when the snow flies and winds blow
when the four walls seemed dreary
and even the paint is wearing thin.
There is always work to be done
songs to be sung, babies to rock
elders to comfort, food prepared
love's labor is never lost in winter.
Shoulder to the plow means forward
despite challenges and biting wind
we dig deep furrows and bury seed
possibilities waiting for new light.