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Wednesday, January 08, 2003


[After the feeding of the five thousand] Immediately he made his disciples get into the boat and go before him to the other side, to Bethsaida, while he dismissed the crowd. And after he had taken leave of them, he went up on the mountain to pray.

What was it that he had to say to the crowd that he didn't want the Twelve to hear? Don't tell anybody about this? Nothing to see here - move along? Hardly necessary to hide anything from them: They were utterly astounded, for they did not understand about the loaves. Or was there something else?

We're accustomed (a little, if we think about it at all) to thinking of the Twelve as the recipients of the straight-up, secret teachings, of the parables made plain, refined with time and repetition, just like John and his inner circle ... but then the gospels all come from their memories and retellings, and they would say that. What if there was another message, one given to large groups that would never see him again?

posted by Kelly | 9:08 PM link