We did not hesitate to call our movement an army. But it was a special army, with no supplies but its sincerity, no uniform but its determination, no arsenal except its faith, no currency but its conscience. It was an army that would move but not maul. It was an army that would sing but not slay. It was an army that would flank but not falter. It was an army to storm bastions of hatred, to lay seige to the fortresses of segregation, to surround symbols of discrimination. It was an army whose allegience was to God and whose strategy and intelligence were the eloquently simple dicatates of conscience.
It's so typical isn't it? You are preaching all day long, training your disciples, sparring with the Pharisees, encouraging the poor and down trodden, healing the sick and casting out demons, all day, day after day, and even when you go up a mountain to get a rest the crowds hunt you down and follow you up, and then the one time you get a bit muddled up with some of the details of a biblical text . . . that is the one they write down in the first gospel - verbatim. At least Matthew and Luke had the good sense to do some editing. But Mark, he always had his eye on giving the public the "historical Jesus" whoever that is supposed to be . . . warts and all. Thanks a lot Mark!
Some think I made the mistake on purpose, just to show the Pharisees up.
For some there is no mistake worth mentioning, only a slightly ambiguous turn of phrase.
Others think I am doing something tricky with Abiathar's name, getting him to figuratively stand in for the priesthood.
It really has…
Some think I made the mistake on purpose, just to show the Pharisees up.
For some there is no mistake worth mentioning, only a slightly ambiguous turn of phrase.
Others think I am doing something tricky with Abiathar's name, getting him to figuratively stand in for the priesthood.
It really has…
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