While I was in seminary, I preached at my hometown church. I blush today at how poorly I preached, but I was also a bit frustrated at the reaction of my friends, their parents, and others who knew me as a child. Evidently there was some obstacle to the message because of what they remembered about the messenger. Since then, I’ve always been heartened by Jesus’ visit to his hometown, where he commented that no prophet was accepted in his hometown. But there is more going on here than simply bad memories of a hometown boy.
Scripture: Luke 4:16-30