Another day laying here. His thoughts wandered to the decades were he saw others healed as they entered the stirring pool – but not him. His accident stole the life he wanted, anger was his companion. He had learned to accept his lot in life, he had lost hope believing that his situation would ever change, bitterness was his only friend.
As the lame man watched people move about in their busy lives he adjusted his alms can to receive his monies. As he was doing so, a shadow cast over him. Looking up he saw the silhouette of a man. “Alms for the poor” he recited robotically, he was still getting his things together and here is his first potential revenue of the day. There was a pause – “Son, will you be made whole?” The lame man scratched his ears to remove anything that he may have slept on in the night, did I hear him right he wondered. He looked up but couldn’t make out the face of the one that was speaking to him, his voice was unfamiliar as well. It had been 38 years to the day that he had been laying here, the thought of healing was long gone. “Son, will you be made whole?” the tone was firm but loving. He hadn’t heard the title “son” in many years since his parent died; the word was almost foreign to him.
“When the pool is stirred I have no one to take me to it, others get there first,” barked the lame man. The man standing moved closer to the lame man, His face became more visible now. The gentleness of his countenance and the authority in His voice intrigued the lame man. Why is he taking such interest in me he wondered, i am an outcast, rejected by all. He had heard a rumor of a man who healed the sick and raised the dead, could this be him? “Son, Will you be made whole?” The question prodded him, each time he heard it was as though the very depth of him was being awakened. How, he wondered….isn’t it obvious that I am destitute! What was there to lose, he thought. “Yes” the lame man answered, “but….” Mercy interrupted and touched the lame man, ” Son, take up your bed and walk.” It was as though liquid waves of love went through his body. Heat went from end to end and healing power was infused.
He began to prop himself up and there was no pain! He swung his legs over his bed, he couldn’t remember the last time he sat upright. “Stand.” It was as if strength was given to his bones and ligaments. He was standing! The lame man was overjoyed! He began to jump around. People walking by quickly looked away, ones that had seen him day after day, year after year, looked in shock and amazement. Many started to call out for the same touch. The lame man turned back to see the man who healed him, He was moving from bed to bed raising those who believed. The lame man moved himself in front of him, “Who are you?” “Son, I am Jesus, The Father of all Mercy”.
Today is your moment to stand. Don’t allow your infirmity to limit God or even define Him. His delays are not His denials. Healing is Here.