Family feud

John knew him from the time he could walk.

They were cousins, for heaven’s sake!

His mom had told him that his cousin was special. He was “the one.” John knew his aunt Mary was a no nonsense person; all the controversy that had surrounded her and uncle Joe’s marriage was responsible for that, he assumed. His aunt had often told him that he, too, was special and would fondly call him her “little prophet,” which had always bothered him.

Now, here was his cousin asking the ridiculous.

John knew. He’d always known.

As they’d aged, both of their unique roles began to be obvious. They’d lost touch with each other over the last few years. He’d wondered how his cousin was doing, especially in light of what he’d heard from that wedding over in Cana.

And now, here he was…

Jesus then appeared, arriving at the Jordan River from Galilee. He wanted John to baptize him. John objected, “I’m the one who needs to be baptized, not you!”

But Jesus insisted. “Do it. God’s work, putting things right all these centuries, is coming together right now in this baptism.” So John did it.

(and they say that reading the Bible is boring…)

3 responses to “Family feud

  1. Seem it is boring when we read. We don’t treat it like a book but rather like a “reading” from the old church. We are too religionized to be able to actually read it for more than a verse or two. It is the story of a friend, a dear, precious friend. Just my ramblings.

  2. I like the word “religionized!” It says a bushel basket full with just one ear of corn.

    These accounts are real life, not some sanitized, holy, religious claptrap that makes you want to puke as soon as you hear it. It isn’t cut and dry, it is stinking life, with all the drama and garbage that comes along with it.

    What is taking place in this encounter is absolutely mind-boggling. But, like you noted, we take a verse or two, nod our head in some kind of sanctimonious manner and go on to the next vomitous “passage” that we have no clue of its meaning.

    Sad…

  3. I don’t like the word “religionized.” At least I don’t like what it implies. I also am not fond of the word “sanctimonious,” because much of the time when we use the term to apply to others we fail to understand our own unrealistic sanctimoniousness (is that a word?). There are many. many good people who come to the Word of God and approach it as truth and the way to a righteous life. Rather than expending so much energy banging on those who don’t, I seem to be thinking it is time to invest more of ourselves recognizing and cooperating with those who do. Not becoming sanctimonious and religionized is once again a matter of balance.

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