Lord, let me go first and bury my father...
Let the dead bury their dead.
First, let me say goodbye to my family at home ...
No one who sets a hand to the plow and looks to what was left behind is fit for the kingdom of God.
I imagine Jesus shaking His head ever so slightly as he watched each of those men struggle with the decision staring them in the face.
And to be honest, I've always taken this passage from Luke at a symbolic level - that we cannot focus on following our Lord if we are concerned with worldly things.
But today I read it literally.
Burying one's father and saying goodbye to one's family are two pretty big things, aren't they? And Jesus still told them to pass and follow Him.
It's not like they said, "Let me just watch this show I TiVo-ed," or "I have reservations at this great restaurant tonight - can I meet up with you after dinner?"
Which makes me wonder how hard our Lord is shaking His head at the choices I make each day.
I pray I haven't given Him whiplash.