After Luke 2:41-52
It was something they did
every year, a journey
from Nazareth to Jerusalem,
to celebrate the Passover,
the remembrance of God’s
salvation of the people,
deliverance from Egypt,
deliverance from slavery,
the passing over the houses
marked with the blood
of the lamb over the doorway,
protected from the angel
of death. Jerusalem was
crowded, as it always was
at Passover, people crowding
into the city, packed throngs
around the temple, noise and
chaos and the bleating of lambs
to be sacrificed, food vendors
shouting, confusing to those
who did it every year. This year,
the couple from Nazareth brought
their oldest, a 12-year-old boy,
a boy coming to visit
his father’s house.
Photograph by Toa Heftiba via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
“The Wish to Be Generous,” poem by Wendell Berry – D.S. Martin at Kingdom Poets.
“Lord of A Hopefulness,” poem by Joyce Anstruther – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.
The Illustration – poem by Seth Lewis.








