Listen to that carpenter!
Where'd he get those mighty words?
Where'd he get those mighty deeds?
Not from scholarship, we know!
He's just ordinary folks,
Plain as us--no, plainer yet--
He's the guy who made my door!
We know his whole family...
All his brothers, sisters, too.
All of them are regular,
Nothing special, common, low.
Now he comes with men in tow,
Twelve who think he's something great.
He comes teaching, like he knows
More than us about the Lord!
Will he do some mighty work?
No, he can't! He's just like us.
That is how Christ's oldest friends
Missed Messiah in their town.
"...Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon? And are not his sisters here with us?" And they took offense at him.
--Mark 6:3, ESV
Now, what about us? Is pride keeping us from seeing the truth that's right in front of us?
Photo ©2010 James L. Swindle. Poem by JLS is public domain.