Jesus departed from there and came to his native place, accompanied by his disciples.
When the sabbath came he began to teach in the synagogue,
and many who heard him were astonished.
They said, “Where did this man get all this?
What kind of wisdom has been given him?
What mighty deeds are wrought by his hands!
Is he not the carpenter, the son of Mary,
and the brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon?
And are not his sisters here with us?”
And they took offense at him.Mark 6:1-6
On prophets only being without honor in their native places, to the tune FINLANDIA:
What would we do, if Christ should stand among us and speak the word, the wisdom we have sought, not as a god, a mighty voice that thunders, but one of us, our own, or so we thought? Would we accept the gift of signs and wonders if we knew well by whose hands they were wrought? So we can look upon our own, our brothers and never hear the gospel words they say, refuse to see our sisters and our mothers when they reach out to guide us on the way. We know them well and run to search for others to be God's voice and hear us when we pray. Emmanuel, the son of God and Mary, you stand here still and dare to lift your voice in those who weep, who share the cross you carry, who call us, too, to make the cross our choice, and when they speak, those whom contempt would bury, oh, give us ears to hear them and rejoice.