“I’ve always survived on the kindness of strangers.” These are the famous last words of Blanche Dubois in Tennessee William’s play, A Streetcar Named Desire. They are the words of a woman driven mad by loss and abuse, a woman whose self-constructed, the ideal world has finally caught up to her. They are the words of a woman whom we want to blame for her choices, and yet at the same time we cannot help but see her as a victim. For her, the kindness of strangers is not about relationships and well-being. It is about escapism from the constant ache of a love that she lost through her own cruelty. Yet that idea, the kindness of strangers, seems to be the hope that Jesus sends his disciples toward in our passage today. He sends them out with the clothes on their backs to neighboring towns to tell people about him and his love for them. I have to say, that sounds like the worst gig ever. Can you imagine it? Of course, there are those that ...
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