Not long ago I was driving down the interstate. I saw standing by the road a young man, not very impressive in appearance, who seemed to have all he owned in two bags. As I went by he held up a sign with one word on it: "Home." I wanted to stop and help him get home and yet because of the way things are today I did not even slow down. But I have often wondered where home was - and if he got there and what happened when he arrived.

Immediately after his baptism and his time in the wilderness the first thing Jesus did was to head for home, the town of Nazareth.

Oh, you remember Nazareth. It was a two-bit kind of town. It was a town no one really thought much of. It was a town where you would not really want to live. And people often said, "Can anything good come out of Nazareth?" Jesus did…