This must have been a sight for the ages. Here they are—the desert prophet, John, and
his cousin, Jesus, the up-and-rising teacher, baptizing people at the same time
in the same section of the River Jordan.
This section of the river had become a popular place for people to come
seeking to be baptized by John. It was
here that Jesus was baptized by John a few weeks prior.
But things are different now. Jesus has already been baptized and has
officially launched his ministry. The
news of the extraordinary events surrounding his baptism most certainly has
gotten some press. The miracle at Cana,
followed by the many wonders he performs in Jerusalem, have likely created a
stir among the populace. And then there
is the whole temple cleansing episode.
Can you imagine the conversations taking place across the countryside
about this young upstart rabbi standing toe to toe with the pompous temple cast
of characters? There is a simmering
discontent with the religious leaders because of the prevalent perception that
they are corrupt and hypocritical. But they
hold the power over the people’s access to the temple, and according to them,
to the very God that metes out blessings on those who deserve it, but who also
deals severely with those who are rebellious and obstinate, a judgment they are
too often quick to bring down on those who do not give them the obeisance they feel
they deserve.
So people come to the desert, not Jerusalem, looking for
something different—something in which to believe. There they find John, who preaches a fiery message
of repentance and restitution. He brings
the people hope through his inspiring allusions to the soon approaching Kingdom
of God. He is deliciously harsh on the
religious leaders that dare to pry and spy on him. People gravitate towards this strange man
dressed in camel-hair garb. He baptizes
many. Now Jesus had joined his cousin
with a message of his own. We have no record
of his first sermons by the River Jordan.
I find it more than fascinating to read that this extraordinary pair was
changing lives and bringing people into the Kingdom of God through their joint
efforts. This place had earned its
name—“a peaceful spring,” dare I say, of living water where the masses could
come and drink water they had never tasted before. People are still looking today for something
to believe in. My search never ends, not because I do not believe, but because
I want to believe more!
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