Time for desert

Wednesday August 6th, Matthew 14: 13 When Jesus heard what had happened, he withdrew by boat privately to a solitary place. What had happened was Herod’s banquet, where many were fed, all were entertained with dancing, and desert was John’s head served up on a platter. Power politics at its finest, all the insiders fed and entertained and all the dissidents silenced. It was a feast fit for a king. In a takeoff on Buechners definition of anger from his book “wishful thinking” however, what Herod was wolfing down was himself, the skeleton at the feast was him. Sometimes the ways of the world, of power and politics and might and money get to be too much, even for Jesus. How many victims of terrorists, and victims of ill conceived responses to terrorism will it take before the people cry with Christ, enough?