I don't know how long I'll be able to keep at this strange goal to compose a sonnet for each lectionary Sunday. They are surprisingly difficult to put together. The last couplet on this one took a good hour and a half. But, for whatever it's worth, here's another.
(Originally I had hoped to complete this one before last Sunday, in order to keep it current. A weekend youth retreat, however, distracted my energy. But because a snowstorm cancelled church last Sunday, we will be using these readings this coming week.)
The hometown crowd should not be hard to win:
With clear authority he speaks God's word,
They recognize his face, his next of kin,
And zeal like his they've never before heard.
Yet words are not enough for Nazareth.
Their jealous hearts desire his deeds of pow'r.
But like the grace displayed at Zarephath
When famine reigned in Judah's darkest hour;
Or like the mercy Naaman received
When Jordan's waters cured his dread disease,
God's kingdom prospers when it is believed,
And Christ will heal and rule where Christ may please.
Though sinful rage demands this Prophet's fall,
His cross-borne deed will prove he loves us all.
photo: modern-day Nazareth