His wisdom and knowledge of the scriptures surpassed many of the most religious leaders of the synagogue. As He traveled the coast of the Sea of Galilee, many were amazed at His words – His healing – His parables His determination – His love. Soon He amassed a large following.
He chose several to leave everything behind and follow Him and they did so willingly. They would soon be a very important part of this walk.
I watched from the sidelines as the crowds huddled around Him; all hanging on every word. I worried that He wasn’t getting enough sleep. His work was relentless and He rarely found time to rest. As a concerned mother, I took the family with me to talk about this. I wanted to make things easier for Him. Some people were beginning to call Him a religious fanatic and many thought He had gone crazy. I knew it wasn’t true, but couldn’t bear to see my dear, Son subjected to such ridicule.
We pushed through the crowds, but couldn’t get close enough to catch the slightest glimpse of Him. At last I was able to get word to Him that His family wished to see Him. His powerful voice rang out over the crowd, “My mother and my brothers are those who hear the Word of God and do it.”
The words pierced my heart. At first I felt rejected and hurt, but then it occurred to me that He wasn’t turning us away. He was inviting us to participate in the work He had begun. That invitation was meant for the entire assembly as well. He was calling us to be part of the promised inheritance of God’s Kingdom and eternal life with Him. It was another moment to tuck away in my heart.
And so, His ministry began.