Third Week of Advent: The Gospel Passage Year A – John asks, and Jesus answers; and a little “music”

When John heard in prison what the Messiah was doing, he sent word by his disciples and said to him, “Are you the one who is to come, or are we to wait for another?” Jesus answered them, “Go and tell John what you hear and see: the blind receive their sight, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the poor have good news brought to them. And blessed is anyone who takes no offense at me.” (Matthew 11:2 – 6)

I am reminded again that John the Baptist was a cousin of sorts to Jesus. Perhaps John wanted to be sure that the relative he knew was also the Messiah that he proclaimed. I can understand and appreciate that. John was sitting in prison because he had not demurred to Herod, but had told Herod exactly what he thought of him, and why. He told the truth, proclaiming what was are real and actual. So he was looking for confirmation of what he hoped was real concerning Jesus. And Jesus affirmed John’s belief, not just with assurances but with scripture.

That, in a way, is what I try to do beloved reader; affirm and guide with scripture. Not on the strength of my own words, but bring to the forefront God’s words and Jesus’ teachings.

As they went away, Jesus began to speak to the crowds about John: “What did you go out into the wilderness to look at? A reed shaken by the wind? What then did you go out to see? Someone dressed in soft robes? Look, those who wear soft robes are in royal palaces. What then did you go out to see? A prophet? Yes, I tell you, and more than a prophet. This is the one about whom it is written,

See, I am sending my messenger ahead of you, who will prepare your way before you.’

Truly I tell you, among those born of women no one has arisen greater than John the Baptist; yet the least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he.” (Verses 7 – 11)

But I am no “John the Baptist.” I don’t wear “soft robes” but neither am I a prophet. Truth to tell, I am not sure what I am. Sometimes I feel like someone yelling and shouting in the desert with no one to hear me. I see things that I do not think others see; I perceive things in ways that others sometimes don’t. And if I am called “great” by some, I am far surpassed by others. But that is okay. I strive to do what I am called to do.

I remember in years past when I wrote other meditation guides for Christmas, I thought I was setting down profoundness in a way I had never done before, and would never do again. And later on, I thought I was “hammering away” at things I had said before and was saying again. Now I realize that I am merely adding to what has been said before, and has been said by others. It is like Christmas music that fills the air with melody after melody; when one note ends another begins, so that in the air all around is the constant sound of the melody of faith, belief, and spirituality. A good image I think for Christmastide.

May you, beloved reader, make your own “music” this year, however the Spirit calls it forth. Selah!


About Carole Boshart

I have two blogs on WordPress. "A Simple Desire" which is based on the daily "Sips of Scripture" published and sent out by Third Way Cafe. "Pondering From the Pacific" is based on my reflections on the world - sometimes religious/spiritual, and sometimes not so much.

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