After two days in Samaria, Jesus and His fellow travelers headed back out on the road. Galilee was their destination. It was returning home for Jesus. He was well received by the townspeople, 'but only because they were impressed with what he had done in Jerusalem during the Passover Feast'. Home. You've gotta love um. The hometown crowd didn't have a clue. They just weren't easily impressed with the boy they saw grow up before their eyes. Can you imagine? They had no idea that He was, indeed, their long awaited Messiah. John 4:43-45 MSG "After the two days he left for Galilee. Now, Jesus knew well from experience that a prophet is not respected in the place where he grew up. So when he arrived in Galilee, the Galileans welcomed him, but only because they were impressed with what he had done in Jerusalem during the Passover Feast, not that they really had a clue about who he was or what he was up to." Don't we all experience this on some level. Our family has seen us survive and thrive through the good times and the bad times. From our terrible twos to our tempest teenage years, and beyond. They've been privy to it all. Uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents, friends and friends of friends; they were all part of the process of growing up in a small town. As a child, I grew up in a small town too. A town where everyone knew your name and who you belonged to. If I made a poor choice while out peddling my bike, my Momma knew about it before I hit the door. If I helped someone mow their lawn or rake leaves without having to be told to do it, she knew that too. It didn't matter if it was a bad choice or an outstanding experience, she knew all about it. From good grades to bad grades and everything in between, she always knew it well before I had a clue. The saying 'it takes a village to raise a child' included our family, friends and neighbors. Neighbors were part of my nurturing experience. The good, the bad and the ugliness of life. All of it, or at least most of it, was part of the growing up process. Adults who nurtured us as children are never really sure how we were gonna turn out. I imagine that's what Jesus experienced that day too. They expect us to do well, but excelling? Well ... that might be a stretch in their eyes. There is always that one who made a difference though. That school or Sunday school teacher, your friend's Mom, that guy down the street or maybe at the hardware store. That person who poured into you when you weren't even aware. That person who means so much to you today. That person who was waiting and watching for the extraordinary things you would do in your life. I bet Jesus had one of those in the crowd that day too. Yep. I'm sure He did.