As they were going along the road, someone said to him, “I will follow you wherever you go.” And 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.”To another he said, “Follow me.” But he said, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” But Jesus said to him, “Let the dead bury their own dead; but as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God.”Another said, “I will follow you, Lord; but let me first say farewell to those at my home.” Jesus said to him, “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.”
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I have a push-pull relationship with the concept of home, family. (Full disclosure: I live alone, family of my growing up years is scattered geographically and emotionally). I gravitate toward the idea of home and family because they are woven into the rich tapestry of our understanding of who we are as the people of God. I push back against it when home and family become pockets of individualized kingdoms that turn a cold shoulder to those wandering homeless. There was a homeless nature to Jesus' ministry. Even as he was moving toward the cross, he was collecting and forming a new family made up of all the strays. At any given moment, and I am just guessing here, we have all known what it is to be a stray.
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All I know for certain, Lord, is that I belong to you. Amen.