The Carpenter's Son: Mark 6:1-6

He came home.

The synagogue in Nazareth was small—nothing like the grand buildings in Capernaum or Jerusalem. Jesus had grown up walking these streets, playing with these children, learning Torah from these teachers. Everyone knew him. Everyone thought they knew him.

When he stood to teach on the Sabbath, the congregation leaned forward. They had heard rumors. Miracles in Capernaum. Exorcisms. Crowds following him across Galilee. Now their boy had returned, and they would see for themselves.

His wisdom stunned them. The words that came from his mouth were unlike anything they had heard—deep, authoritative, piercing. For a moment, wonder flickered in their eyes.