The Unique Insights of Luke 10 The Gospel of Luke invites us into a unique perspective among the Gospels, offering heartfelt stories and teachings from Jesus found nowhere else. Luke 10 stands out in a special way, sharing the inspiring moment when Jesus sends out seventy-two disciples on a mission of love and hope. Unlike the Twelve Apostles' previous mission, this chapter paints a broader, more inclusive picture of Jesus’ intention for spreading the Good News. By welcoming this larger group, Luke reminds us that Jesus’ message embraces all and grows through community, extending an open invitation for everyone to join in sharing God’s love.

Understanding the Biblical Context of 'Fishers of Men' The phrase "fishers of men" originates from a pivotal moment in the New Testament when Jesus invited Simon Peter and his brother Andrew to follow Him. This invitation is shared in several of the Gospels, with Luke 5 giving us a detailed look at the amazing catch of fish that happened just before. Back in first-century Palestine, fishing wasn't just a job; it was a way of life. For Peter and Andrew, this wasn't just about following a new teacher; it was a chance to find a new purpose in life.

Rhythms. Our recent Sunday morning messages have been centered in how the good news of Jesus is meant to be shared rhythms of friendship and blessing. In “routine exchanges between friends and neighbors.” Who Is the Best? Jesus was the best at doing this. He started with prayer. He intentionally listened and people were heard, known, and loved. He was always up for a good dinner party with friends and neighbors. He laid down his crown and put on an apron day in and day out while he walked this planet. And he was the best at sharing good news – whether tangibly or in word.

Carl and I were at the Orlando Airport ready to board our plane for our adventure to the Grand Canyon. It was bustling, people everywhere all around, standing, some sitting on the floor and all eager to get going! There was a dad, 2 moms and 2 toddlers next to us, and it was quite a scene! The adults were all glued to their phones, while the children were running around out of control, trying to open the emergency doors at our gate, climbing into the baggage carts, and screaming – parents didn’t seem to notice or care. Lucky the kids were still around when it was time to board! Then, the announcement came…Flight to Chicago is delayed due to weather. UGH! Three hours later we took off, and I thought: 1. Please may I NOT be sitting by this family on the plane, and, 2. If this is a preview of how our trip is going to go, perhaps we should go home now! Well, glad we kept on going! We had a great trip to the Grand Canyon via Chicago, then on to Amtrak, and our destination was the Grand Canyon – 32 hours on the train! Along with stunning scenery, we met some interesting folk, who each gave us a gift in sharing a story; allowing us a glimpse of God at work in His children. Here are just a few of the stories we heard last week…

I am a nervous talker. If there is an uncomfortable moment, a dramatic pause, a conversational lull, you can count on me to fill in the gap with chatter. Once I was given a massage gift card by a relative. During the massage, I was so uncomfortable being touched by a stranger that I talked through the whole experience. 60 minutes of my incessant talking. It was awkward, not relaxing. For me, silence is a hostile stranger, not a friend. So these words slap me on the hand: "Saying nothing sometimes says the most." -Emily Dickinson "A fool is known by his speech and a wise man by his silence." -Pythagoras "The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly-timed pause." - Mark Twain If I want to love my neighbor by listening to them, I have to let silence do its work.

In early 2020, two months before I ever heard the word "coronavirus," I stopped at a convenience store near my house in LaGrange, Georgia, to fill up my gas tank. When I went inside to grab a few items, I noticed the clerk had a thick Indian accent. "What part of India are you from?" I asked. The man seemed surprised that I knew his ethnicity. He asked: "You know India?"

What do you associate with summer? Here in Florida, we get to do certain summer activities year round, like go to the beach or barbecue. I do go to the beach year round, but I only go in the water in the summer! I hate cold water. One of my favorite things about the summer: the fruit. When the watermelons go deep, deep on sale, my heart skips a beat. It is my favorite fruit by far. When I was pregnant with my third child, I cut up an entire watermelon, propped the bowl up on my swollen belly, and ate the entire thing while I watched So You Think You Can Dance. Ah, summer memories… This year New Covenant has a new way to launch into summer. It involves looking up and looking out.

Did you grow up on Sesame Street like I did? Then perhaps you too know the song: Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? Say, who are the people in your neighborhood? The people that you meet each day It’s an outdated song because we don’t meet the people in our neighborhood each day. At least I don’t. I live in Winter Springs Village. It has green spaces, a community pool and mailbox area, and front porches on every house. My family has the smaller sized home—a bungalow—and our houses sits on a zero lot line. That means I can almost reach out and touch my neighbor’s house. And I still don’t know my neighbors. We live in an age of looking down at our phones, electric garage door openers, and minding our own business. Gone is the neighborhood economy (“May I borrow X?”) and the front porch leisure while kids play on the sidewalk. With the pandemic, talking to strangers is more than odd—it’s hazardous. Is this a problem? Not for some, but it is for me. Because God tells me to love my neighbor.

Let me tell you a story I am embarrassed to admit. When I first moved to Central Florida, I was amazed by all the radio stations. Coming from rural Virginia where there were literally two stations (and even they went in and out), I was delighted to find so many options, including a Christian radio station. One day soon after I moved here I was in line for the drive-up teller at the bank. I was blaring some Christian music. As I approached the teller, I turned the radio down. Way down. I can sit here and tell you it was because I anticipated needing to hear the teller clearly. But that wasn’t it.

In order to draw near to Jesus, one has to know Jesus. At the very least, one must know where to look. Sometimes, we just don’t know where to look unless someone tells us. My belief is that what the world always needs most is a clear picture of Jesus, locked into our hearts and locked into our minds. This is the only way we, as redeemed people, can continue to live out our redemption into a broken and unredeemed world. But how do we get this picture of Jesus? How do we, 2000 years removed from the actual historical events of the Gospels, catch a glimpse of Him that is so captivating we cannot let it escape?