¹⁴ Then Jesus returned to Galilee, filled with the Holy Spirit’s power. Reports about him spread quickly through the whole region. ¹⁵ He taught regularly in their synagogues and was praised by everyone.

¹⁶ When he came to the village of Nazareth, his boyhood home, he went as usual to the synagogue on the Sabbath and stood up to read the Scriptures. ¹⁷ The scroll of Isaiah the prophet was handed to him. He unrolled the scroll and found the place where this was written:

¹⁸ “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
    for he has anointed me to bring Good News to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim that captives will be released,
    that the blind will see,
that the oppressed will be set free,
¹⁹     and that the time of the Lord’s favor has come.^[f]”

²⁰ He rolled up the scroll, handed it back to the attendant, and sat down. All eyes in the synagogue looked at him intently. ²¹ Then he began to speak to them. “The Scripture you’ve just heard has been fulfilled this very day!”

²² Everyone spoke well of him and was amazed by the gracious words that came from his lips. “How can this be?” they asked. “Isn’t this Joseph’s son?”

²³ Then he said, “You will undoubtedly quote me this proverb: ‘Physician, heal yourself’—meaning, ‘Do miracles here in your hometown like those you did in Capernaum.’ ²⁴ But I tell you the truth, no prophet is accepted in his own hometown.

²⁵ “Certainly there were many needy widows in Israel in Elijah’s time, when the heavens were closed for three and a half years, and a severe famine devastated the land. ²⁶ Yet Elijah was not sent to any of them. He was sent instead to a foreigner—a widow of Zarephath in the land of Sidon. ²⁷ And many in Israel had leprosy in the time of the prophet Elisha, but the only one healed was Naaman, a Syrian.”

²⁸ When they heard this, the people in the synagogue were furious. ²⁹ Jumping up, they mobbed him and forced him to the edge of the hill on which the town was built. They intended to push him over the cliff, ³⁰ but he passed right through the crowd and went on his way.

Luke 4:14-30

Dear God, I’m not sure where my head is going today. I have a lot of disparate thoughts. I’m thinking about the couple my wife and I are meeting with later and what you might need from us in their lives. I’m thinking about the attacks I feel on both of us right now as we prepare to meet with this couple. I’m thinking about the ministry my wife is doing this morning and how I hope you bless her through this as much as she is blessing others. I am thinking about some concerning news at work that isn’t tragic, but simply attention-getting. Actually there is one other thing at work that is really frustrating me as well. Of course, there is my constant sorrow. And that’s just the stuff that is on my heart at the moment. There are also pains in our country and our world that make me ache and lament. There is extreme brokenness in faith and relationship with you, even among those who say they call on your name.

So, with all of that being said, I come to you this morning asking that you be in each situation as I think about these people 2,000 years ago who sat there one morning and heard “Little Jesus” come back home and read Isaiah to them. They went in with one set of expectations of him. They expected to be proud of him. To feel like they had a part of him, and maybe even feel responsible for having helped Mary and Joseph raise him here and there. But he damaged their self-esteem. He didn’t only make them feel less than they wanted to feel as people from his hometown. He intimated that they weren’t even any better than Gentiles. In fact, in some ways, they were worse! They went from warm fuzzies to rage in almost an instant. What was it in them that got so incensed? Is there any of that attitude in me?

Father, Holy Spirit, Jesus, be with me today. My Triune God, be with me today. Love others through me. Reach them through me. Let that start with my wife. Love her through me. Comfort her. Guide her. Show me how to parent my children. Show me how to love and honor my parents. My siblings. My nieces and nephews. My friends. My coworkers. The people you put in my path. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Although I’m a Gentile, as a Christian, in a lot of ways I can relate to the arrogance of the people in that room with Jesus that morning. Help me to be humble and kind to those who disagree with me. Help me to be loving. And use me to draw them closer to you, and use them in my life to draw me closer to yourself as well.

I pray to the Father in Jesus and with the Holy Spirit,

Amen