In last week’s gospel
reading and this one, a picture of a beleaguered Jesus emerges: he
can’t go anywhere without being mobbed. The crowds hunt him down; they
even demand to know when he got where he is, as if they have the right
to see his itinerary.
"I'm aware that a tree-hugging Brown student isn't supposed to be able
to talk to a Bible-thumping Liberty student," writes Kevin Roose. "But
why not? Aren't we all part of the Millennial generation? Don't we all
carry the same iPhones and suffer from the same entitlement complex?"
I write this from a retreat center in Washington State. I'm on vacation,
supposedly. In reality I am still writing, worrying about my church
community and even instant messaging parishioners to ask how church
went. It's almost impossible for me to disengage.