And He, rebuking them, did not allow them to speak, for they knew that He was the Christ. Now when it was day, He departed and went into a deserted place. He was preaching in the synagogues of Galilee. Today, the word authority seems to have little meaning. People struggle with authority.
Nobody wants to be authoritarian.
And authorities on subjects are hard to find. We don't want to offend others with superior knowledge or skill. But the truth is, we are a people starved for authority, real authority. We long for answers, solutions to the problems of life that really work, and for someone to lead us back into the sun-crowned happiness of cloudless truth, virtue undimmed by hypocrisy, healing from the many ills which twist our society and make us desperate for something sublime, something higher than ourselves. When we were children, if we were fortunate enough, there were our mothers and fathers, our firewalls from trouble, our bedrocks upon which to fling ourselves in confusion, and our constant reminders that there was, at the center of our little worlds, love and security.