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March 7, 2012
By John Barnett
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This morning we are starting a new study.
Open with me to the first book written in our New Testaments, the book of James.
To best help us start this study I did a personal interview with James this week.
Please listen as he talks to us this morning.
Good morning my brethren in Christ Jesus, our exalted Lord and King.
My name is James; I am a servant of God and of my big brother while He was on earth - Jesus Christ.
I was not always such a follower of Christ.
Let me tell you my story . . .
I grew up in a devout Jewish home with a saintly mom, a sickly dad (who died when I was young), three brothers, two sisters and a PERFECT HALF BROTHER.
What a difficult thing it is to live with the Son of God.
I never got along well with my oldest brother.
He was always right, He was never wrong, never bad, and He was never mischievous or impatient.
He never argued, stewed or fought.
He was kind, humble, generous and hard working.
He seemed to never sleep.
Whether or not he worked late in dad’s carpentry shop.
He always was up before the family.
In fact He would come in just before breakfast each morning from outside.
We could tell He had been out there quite a while.
Mother always would just look at Him with such wistful and wonder filled eyes.
When He spoke which was seldom compared to us whose words filled the small house in Nazareth.
When we sat at table so well made by Jesus my big brother, His words seemed to sweep all of us along.
He always was so amazing, saying things that defy explanation.
He was so profound and yet easily understood.
All us boys would leave the table saying “Yeah, that just what I would have said.”
Although we could not resist His wisdom, we hated His words.
The older we got they pierced our souls and irritated us to the bone!
I remember the last day He was home.
It was the day the small door leading to the carpenter’s shop closed for the last time.
Gone would be the hours of wonder filled talks the local folks had enjoyed with the kindest man they ever had met.
No more would the wide eyes of children be seen looking wistfully off as stories from the Scriptures of David and Elijah and Moses came alive.
When He taught it seemed to all of us that He had been there and had witnessed those events Himself and knew those heroes of our faith personally.
I remember that day when our meek and lowly Carpenter brother headed toward the Jordan, He had to wind His way through the crowds.
Our cousin John the Baptist was preaching at the River’s edge to people gathered from all over the Land.
A group of scowling Pharisees were standing off to the side as the Baptist’s fiery words aimed at them told of their utter viper like lack of contrition that was excluding them from his baptism of repentance.
Looking back at the crowds John was struck by the serenity of One confidently striding to the waters edge.
As he looked into the eyes of my brother he experienced what we had growing up with Jesus.
For John the Baptist it was the first time in any man he had seen such purity, such holiness and living truth.
To us watching it was almost funny, immediately the same lips of the Baptist that denied the wicked and proud Pharisees now were disqualifying himself.
In the presence of Jesus John saw his own sinfulness.
But after a protest, John yielded to His Master that day and baptized the Christ.
After Jesus was baptized it thundered or something.
All of us knew it was really unusual.
My brother was never the same.
Looking into the distance He headed straight out into the barren rocks of the Judean wilderness desert.
He just disappeared for over a month after that.
It was like His life at our hometown and in His little carpenter’s shop was done.
We wondered why He left mom all alone.
When He did finally return we picked on Him mercilessly because He was still home with mom.
We all fell in love with our childhood sweet hearts.
He never dated or even looked with anything but kindness and respect upon women.
Many would have longed for such a man as a husband.
But with His work supporting mom and those long early morning walks He did every day, marriage was never an option. . .
Those early walks Jesus always had taken as I grew up at home had always intrigued us boys, we had even used to try and find Him.
Once we did.
I’ll never forget that morning.
When we came up on Jesus, He was looking straight up into the sky, talking in such a wonderful way to someone we never saw.
He called Him Father, must be He really missed Joseph or something we thought.
After that we never tried to find Him out there again.
But back to that last day at home.
We hounded Him to go to the Feast at Jerusalem and show Himself if He were some prophet or something.
And you know what?
He did.
He started to walk through the Land up and down.
Soon crowds in the hundreds, then into the thousands and finally into the tens of thousands following Him, hanging on every word.
We were told that He had fed them all from a tiny lunch basket, that He healed blind and crippled folks, and so much more - but didn’t believe it.
Stories have a way of growing.
Stories about Jesus my big brother were LEGENDARY . . .
Time flew by, three years or more.
I was married, we had our first child.
It was in there some time that Jesus had come to speak in His hometown of Nazareth (Luke 4).
None of us ever moved far away from Mary our mother.
We stayed there working in Nazareth.
When He first came back everyone loved Him again, just like in the carpenter’s shop.
It was kind of neat to have all the town excited that my strange brother was coming.
Well all that changed.
You see after He read from the Scriptures He began to speak to us as if He had written those words.
We all became quite uncomfortable.
There were murmurs and finally some of the less inhibited of the town jumped up.
They actually grabbed Jesus and in a frenzy of rage half dragged and half carried Him up to the edge.
Our home town has a spring fed well and edge of a cliff that falls so far that we all were warned to never get near it.
They were going to kill Him.
I cried out “Stop!”
But their fury was unstoppable.
Then it happened before my very eyes . . .
He serenely looked at me with eyes of sadness and then just kind of evaporated.
The mob was shocked, I ran to tell mom and what do you think I saw, it was Him, walking far down the road headed to Capernaum.
I couldn’t shake the sermon He said or that strange power He wielded so gently.
I started following at a distance.
Never like one of those hot-headed fishermen like James and John and Peter and Andrew.
No, I was not a disciple yet.
It was a few weeks latter just before Passover.
Mom said she had to go to Jerusalem.
I couldn’t let her walk alone.
So, I left my wife and little ones with the family and set out with mom.
My younger brother Jude came to.
Mom said we had to hurry something awful was happening.
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