Reading about Jesus in Capernaum, I think about a man I met in Tijuana.
From the wise men to the wedding at Cana, joy comes from recognizing and affirming the good.
The church at Corinth had many problems. Some simple kindness would have helped.
I understand the people who only show up once a year, just to hold a candle of their own.
Jesus wasn't popular.
Mary and Elizabeth knew the basic truths of life.
Who tests Abraham, or Jacob, or Jesus—and why?
Unabated cultural frivolity rules our churches, too.
I like that Jesus isn't actually what the disciples are looking for.