This bread and fish placed into my trembling hands as I sit still on a hillside wondering who this man of God is standing before me, this bread and fish are small things with startling significance: He saw that I was hungry; He gave me fresh food to eat. Actually, there is more than enough here. There are leftovers. Who will they feed?
--- One day my young son looked over at my dusty feet and asked me, "Abba, where did your sandals come from?" I looked at him and look down and realized that in his few years of life, he'd only ever known wandering, and I'd had these sandals since before we left Egypt. It's been years, decades even, and they haven't worn out. Like the manna each morning, the cloud, the pillar of flame, amidst all the change there have been constants, things that remained. --- It was more of a show and more attention than I ever wanted, being lowered down through that roof. I did not ask for it, but my friends, they are persistent. They had heard this man from Nazareth had a gift of healing, he had even cleansed leprosy, so they believed my body could be changed by his touch, too. But it was what he said to my heart that undid me. "Have courage, son, your sins are forgiven." Thankfully the eyes of everyone were on him as the sob broke from my chest at his words. Forgiven. Free. Now I can stand to praise God for the grace He gave me Comments are closed.
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