How the tide has turned, for once upon a time I was very much with the crowd. I sang pretty much the same tune. And yet send you did indeed, one or two family members, priests, people close, familiar to me and even strangers to call me to repentance. And more often You ensured that they did so subtly and gently. Would I listen at the time? No! For it was easier to find fault with them, their logic, their own way of life, their relationships. Gossip would quash their efforts and if not then I would just stay away or walk away. Sin had a hold on me, for it was far more alluring.
Then like the prodigal son, I too saw the better life You my heavenly Father had to offer. I came prostrating myself before You ashamed and sorrowful, feeling unworthy to be in Your presence. But with Your powerful arms You lifted me up and embraced me lovingly and I was restored. I am and always be Your child.
Jesus my Lord, thank You for showing me the way. Let me be the light for others as You have been for me. I will not be discouraged in the face of rejection, for I know that there will be great rejoicing in heaven for that one sinner led back home. For I was that sinner. Amen
Jesus came to his native place and taught the people in their synagogue. They were astonished and said, “Where did this man get such wisdom and mighty deeds? Is he not the carpenter’s son? Is not his mother named Mary and his brothers James, Joseph, Simon, and Judas? Are not his sisters all with us? Where did this man get all this?” And they took offense at him. But Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honor except in his native place and in his own house.” And he did not work many mighty deeds there because of their lack of faith.