How much of my life do I look at “The Chosen People” with disdain?
How can The Chosen People be so blind? How can they reject so self-righteously the very Son of God they have lived awaiting? And just why are they so insular?
Then Jesus began to speak to them in parables. ‘A man planted a vineyard, put a fence around it, dug a pit for the wine press, and built a watch-tower; then he leased it to tenants and went to another country. When the season came, he sent a slave to the tenants to collect from them his share of the produce of the vineyard. But they seized him, and beat him, and sent him away empty-handed. And again he sent another slave to them; this one they beat over the head and insulted. Then he sent another, and that one they killed. And so it was with many others; some they beat, and others they killed. He had still one other, a beloved son. Finally he sent him to them, saying, “They will respect my son.” But those tenants said to one another, “This is the heir; come, let us kill him, and the inheritance will be ours.” So they seized him, killed him, and threw him out of the vineyard. What then will the owner of the vineyard do? He will come and destroy the tenants and give the vineyard to others. Have you not read this scripture:
“The stone that the builders rejected has become the cornerstone; this was the Lord’s doing, and it is amazing in our eyes”?’
When they realized that he had told this parable against them, they wanted to arrest him, but they feared the crowd. So they left him and went away. Mark 12:1-12
And as I read these verses, He drew me to the final few words:
they … against them … arrest him … feared the crowd … left him … went away …
And He replayed my words:
How can The Chosen People be so blind? How can they reject so self-righteously the very Son of God they have lived awaiting? Why are “they” so insular?
And then he married them together:
“Are you not one of my Chosen People, Paul? Are you not one of my “tenants”? Do I not send my “slaves” to you in your daily life? And if they do not “look like me” – how then do you treat them? Do you see an interruption … one less important than you … one for whom you have no time for (right now) … ? Do you smile to their faces as you move them along? Do you tell them “all are welcome” as you usher them on to someone else? And do you embrace them whilst at the same time making sure there is a sanitised “firebreak” between you and them? And do you cleave to your own – the ones who speak your shorthand – who do not challenge you (too) much?
Where then is my “share” … what then of my Son (whom you use at the end of all your prayers) – and just how are you NOT my “Chosen People”? And more importantly … WHY are you NOT?”
Us and them!
Every time I think I have lost that phrase – He shines a light on another dusty corner of my soul.
Thank you Lord ((hugs))