capaciousness

"Capaciousness. It's all about capaciousness. Capacity. Room." The folk around me have heard that more than a few times. Here's a Jesus story that points to the truth of that. I read it a few minutes ago. It's in Mark.

"6 1-2 He left there and returned to his hometown. His disciples came along. On the Sabbath, he gave a lecture in the meeting place. He made a real hit, impressing everyone. “We had no idea he was this good!” they said. “How did he get so wise all of a sudden, get such ability?”

3 But in the next breath they were cutting him down: “He’s just a carpenter—Mary’s boy. We’ve known him since he was a kid. We know his brothers, James, Justus, Jude, and Simon, and his sisters. Who does he think he is?” They tripped over what little they knew about him and fell, sprawling. And they never got any further.

4-6 Jesus told them, “A prophet has little honor in his hometown, among his relatives, on the streets he played in as a child.” Jesus wasn’t able to do much of anything there—he laid hands on a few sick people and healed them, that’s all. He couldn’t get over their stubbornness. He left and made a circuit of the other villages, teaching."

There you go. They thought about him this way, then thought about him that way. Then decided to shut down. No capacity to receive. No capaciousness. Then, no matter what, Jesus "couldn't get over their stubbornness." My point? It seems to be a law of the universe. If I don't make any room in the In, nothing will get in. Capaciousness. I'm the only one that can open and allow greater and greater understanding and the happiness of a large and gracious spirit.