I recently attended a reunion of old high school class mates. Even though it was fifty years since we had been together, the way we dealt with each other was reminiscent of our youth. We did not take into account that we had changed over the years but kept people in the same box they inhabited back in the day. Something similar seems to have happened to Jesus. He goes back to where he grew up and his homies can’t accept that he is different that the boy they knew. They didn’t recognized the God-filled man he had become. That incident invites us to see those woven into our lives with fresh eyes. Can we encounter in them the creative presence of God?
