I coached Special Olympic bowlers for about fifteen years. At one of the tournaments, one of the athletes was having an exceptionally difficult time. At the break, his dad started offering him all kinds of advice on how to improve it. His son looked at him and asked, “Dad, who is my coach?” His dad never said a word but he went back to the cheering section with the other parents.
The chief priest, scribes and elders, come to Jesus, questioning his authority and asking who his coach is. Jesus answers their question with a question of his own. These religious leaders are in a pickle because no matter how they answer Jesus’ question, they will answer their own. Finally, to avoid embarrassment, they say they don’t know the answer, at which Christ walks away.
By faith, we know who our coach is and by faith we follow when he leads.
Jesus, I know who my coach should be, so never let me question your authority. Amen. — BZ