Jesus said to them, “A prophet is not without honor except in his own town, among his relatives and in his own home.” He could not do any miracles there, except lay his hands on a few sick people and heal them. He was amazed at their lack of faith. Mark 6, verses 4-6.
Just last week, my wife and I moved. We relocated from Frisco, TX to Paris, TX, which is a little over a 90 mile shift east. We spent the week doing moving things – unpacking, shifting things around, making calls – and getting to know the new town. Perhaps the hardest part of moving is simply establishing new patterns of living, new places to store your socks and kitchen spices. The reason we moved here was to position ourselves to act on some life-plans we’ve talked about doing for several years now. We want to plant a vineyard and make wine for a living as a way to reach out to connect others to Jesus. Connect people to Jesus through wine? Yes, you read that right. We have a story to share, a passion for both the Lord and wine, and are now in a place where there are literally ripe fields to do what we’ve dreamed about doing.
We’ve been back to Frisco several times, and in truth, we’ll actually keep going back there at least once a month or more over the next year. It’s not that we’re cutting ties with our former home: it’s just that we couldn’t do what we wanted to do there. To be honest, I’m not sure our three kids are fully on board with what we’ve done. One lives out of state and is least impacted, but the other two live nearby and our move out of town affects them greatly. Yet we prayed about this for a long time, and we discussed it with them, and believe we have used the resources available to us in the best, most God-pleasing ways we could where the move is concerned. Now it’s all in God’s hands; it always has been.
I suspect some people think we are crazy. When folks hear about this middle-aged couple wanting to start a Christian winery, they respond that it’s cool, a neat idea. I suspect some of our friends, however, think we have lost our minds. Nobody has said anything negative about the move, but a few have been decidedly lukewarm at best.
The reason goes back to Jesus’ story, this one where He found that you never really can go home. The people of Nazareth had known Jesus when He was just one of them, when He was a good local man but not this rising celebrity of Judea. Perhaps they were unwilling to accept that the man they knew and the man who returned to visit them were one and the same. You can never really go home once you’ve left and come back from someplace new. Things change; you change; other’s change too.
So it is with us. It was hard to leave our 10-year home behind. We met wonderful people, raised our kids there, knew love and its opposite there, and experienced both dissolution and redemption. I suspect that, when we’ve been gone awhile, we will go back to visit and realize that things are different now. We won’t be the same but neither will be those who stayed behind. It’s just God’s way of things.
Lord, bless us and keep us wherever You lead us, wherever You would have us call home.
Read Mark 6, verses 1-6