“Who is my mother? And my brothers?” was his reply.
who are my people
how are people known
what question comes first
is the oldest most basic
questions are more than sanguine
genetic coloring to intentional scarring
class caste craft
shape a decision field
no mater how we’ve come of age
there are more ages to become
my people stretch beyond the present
our station is not stationary
the deeper social location goes
the more comrades it unearths
bringing us back to basic clay
inviting imagination and play
yin finally shows through yang
there are none not mine
moveable blockages are removed
eu-angelistas build common ground
It has been a long journey from the region of the Galilee to the Galilee. How does one go home again?
Having experienced a baptizing prophet and a vision-ended quest with a new name of “Beloved”, life changed.
Having tested his change of life, his new incarnation, in a wilderness larger than his personal one, Jesus began an alternative collective.
The questions here ask who is associated with his coming of age. Who are the prophets who will guide? Who are the comrades who will risk testing?
If the Marcan Jesus were transported to Matthew or Luke he would recognize Mother Mary and her Magnificat as his mother leading him to Mother John. But Mark has a far darker story to tell of on-going testing. Here we are talking larger forces than individual qualities, of which family is one that keeps us wrapped in swaddling clothes. For instance, if Jesus listened to Luke, he would know of Mary’s treasuring him in her heart, making it difficult to let him go into danger that cannot be reasonably escaped.
Families come with a multitude of nuanced relationships that need reinterpreting, year by year, change by change.
Families bring old tapes and knows who has changed whose diapers. Families bring established support for next growth spurts. Families also have difficulty knowing how to shift the gears of roots to wings and back again.