In
story after story,
we
see their flaws, their weakness
they
didn’t exactly shine
with
great understanding,
of
the mystery unfolding around them,
in
their midst, the Christ,
dense,
closed minds,
men
of clay, broken and chipped
Very
human, mortal, stuck,
incapable
disciples,
in
the face of heavenly wisdom
truths
beyond the mortal coil
the
human mind can comprehend
touching
the robe, the hand
of
God; seeing him as Messiah
but
not connecting the dots,
the
fullness of Christ’s meaning,
lost
on them like the others
beyond
their grasp, their touch
Lucky
we are for the centuries
the
ages of enlightenment
the
telling and retelling of
the
gospel in the Gospels,
the
best news of the ages
A
hope for one and all
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edited November 18, 2014
The Twelve – v2
September 24, 2006 15:30
The Twelve
Mark 9:30-37
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