Tag: Jesus

Faith · Life · poetry

Unexpected

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In the press of the crowd
He said out loud,
“Who touched me?”
After the shock
Those with whom he walked
Smiled and said to him bravely,

“You must understand,
Many folks, many hands —
How can we know who touched You?”
Poor woman quaking
Timidly shaking
Confessed ’cause she knew that He knew

While He was speaking
Others came seeking
Bearing the saddest of news
“Change of plans,” one said
“You can’t wake the dead.”
He pressed on, ignoring their blues.

“Why are you weeping?
The child is but sleeping,”
He said when he came to the place
And taking her hand
He told her to stand —
And she did! What joy! Such grace!

Miracles start when we go
Disbelieve what we “know”
For no one can truly know God
Reach out and touch
Ask Him too much
Human knowledge makes quite a facade

This is my day-late response to the MLMM Monday Wordle which challenges us to use these words in our post: must, wake, shake, make, shock, smile, brave, walk, plan, hands, pants, sad.

I wrote another fractured Bible story and got all the words in except “pants.” Can you see a place where pants could fit?

This story can be found in Mark 5. I love it because it reminds me to press beyond what we think we know.

The woman with the flow of blood would have been considered unclean under Levitical law — and yet, there she was, in a crowd, just wanting to touch the hem of Jesus’ robe.

He felt that touch. He healed her.

The little girl was dying when they sent for Jesus, but He didn’t make it in time. She died. The servants were dispatched to save him the trip.

But He came anyway — and raised her from the dead.

The whole story can be summed up with this — don’t put God in a box. Don’t think you know God so well that you know what He will do. As CS Lewis said of Aslan, He’s not a tame lion.

Life

Come to the Table

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[A week or so ago, I decided to started searching the Ragtag Daily Prompt word in my draft folder so I could relook at some of the things written years ago. Today’s word was FOUNTAIN — and finally a post came up — this one. This post was originally written in May 2019 and has been sitting in my draft folder ever since. I don’t know what prompted the post back then.]

Back in the 1980’s, when the AIDS crisis was sweeping across the country, some churches took up the cause by proclaiming it was God’s judgment. I know because I heard it — not whispered, but spoke aloud — “This is God’s JUDGMENT.” Homosexuals were considered a particularly nasty subset that fell under the heading of SINNER.

And no, I did not attend Westboro Baptist.

My brother, Stewart, responded differently. He was a pastor at the time and he began inviting people with AIDS and their caregivers to church suppers.

This may not sound like much today, but it was big. There was so much misinformation and fear around the issue. People were afraid of drinking from the same water fountain as someone with AIDS. Or being anywhere near them. Like the virus might leap from them to person to person like a strange deadly flea or bedbug.

But my brother invited them in — and I was shocked. “Aren’t you afraid?” I asked.

He answered my question with a question. “Don’t you think Jesus would have spent time with them? I think they are exactly the people He would have sat down to dinner with.”

I knew he was right.

Mine is a slow and heavy ship that takes years to change its course. It may have taken decades for me to totally rethink the issue, but I think Stewart moved the rudder just a little with that conversation.