Mark 6:6a
“And He was amazed at their unbelief.”
Those with whom Jesus had grown up in His hometown of Nazareth
refused to believe Him. “Familiarity
breeds contempt”, I guess. These people
had known Him, many since He was born, in every childhood circumstance and
situation. If He were anyone else, I
could possibly understand their attitude toward Him. But the Bible tells us He was without sin . .
. as in zero, zilch, nada! So, even
seeing Him as a child, playing childish games, being comforted by His mother
over a scraped knee, being taught carpentry by His father, without sin, they refused to believe! Really? Truly amazing!
But . . . is Jesus amazed at MY unbelief? I have to ask! No, I didn’t see Him grow up, I haven’t seen
Him with my eyes touch a blind man and give him sight, or been in the tossing boat
watching Him walk on waves; but, He has healed me of a thousand diseases and
will heal me of a thousand more before I reach Home. He continues to shape me and form me into the
woman He wants me to be. (Now there’s a
miracle!)
And I have the whole of the Scriptures! I can read God’s story from start to finish,
meditate on it, and write about it; read one sentence and chew on it for a
month, or a whole book at one sitting if I want. The people in Nazareth didn’t have all
that. So, whose unbelief is worse?
Is He amazed when I don’t trust, don’t obey, and don’t expect Him to
act on my behalf? You bet! I think, “How could those people NOT believe?” But if those Nazareth homies were here,
looking at all the faith-resources I have at my disposal, I’m sure I would hear them say, “Back at you,
Deb! How can YOU not believe?”
Father, I
believe! Please help my unbelief!
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