A Prophet Without Honor and His Apostolate

A Prophet Without Honor and His Apostolate

He departed from where He was

With fishermen to His hometown.

Teaching on the Sabbath was His cause,

Unexpected amazement by the crowd to His sound.

Though He not a stranger, people overwhelmed by His skill,

How did such wisdom come from His soul?

Only a carpenter, His miracles brought chills

And offended those who thought Him too bold.

No prophet, He certainly knew, is honored at home

By neighbors and family in their unbelief.

He lay His hands on His own

People, to those sick He brings relief.

He went on to other villages and about,

Sending His fishermen out by two

With authority to rout

Impure spirits they knew.

Before their departure

Instructions He gave:

“No bread, no bag, no money,

Enter a house, stay and be brave.”

“To those who offer no welcome,

Nor listen with love,

Shake the dust off you feet,

But leave the spirit of the dove.”

To others the fishermen did preach

To new believers whose lives repent.

Out drove they the demons each,

Anointing sick people, then on to others they went.

Taken from Mark 6:1-13