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When they had crossed over, they came to land at Gennesaret and moored to the shore. And when they got out of the boat, the people immediately recognized him and ran about the whole region and began to bring the sick people on their beds to wherever they heard he was. And wherever he came, in villages, cities, or countryside, they laid the sick in the marketplaces and implored him that they might touch even the fringe of his garment. And as many as touched it were made well. Mark 6.53-56
When the sky is bright canary yellow I forget ev’ry cloud I’ve ever seen So they called me a cockeyed optimist Immature and incurably green.
I have heard people rant and rave and bellow That we’re done and we might as well be dead But I’m only a cockeyed optimist And I can’t get it into my head.
I hear the human race Is fallin’ on its face And hasn’t very far to go But ev’ry whip-poor-will Is sellin’ me a bill And tellin’ me it just ain’t so.
I could say life is just a bowl of Jello And appear more intelligent and smart But I’m stuck like a dope With a thing called hope And I can’t get it out of my heart! Not this heart!
Nellie’s lyrics from the musical South Pacific, Richard Rodgers, “A Cock-eyed Optimist.”
The Disciples had just witnessed a bonafide miracle (recorded in Mark 6). Jesus took five loaves of bread and two fish and fed a crowd of thousands. The day was over. In my words, Jesus was “spent.” Drained. Tired. The crowd zapped His energy and He needed an Abba plug-in. So He told His 12 to get in the boat and sail to the other side. He told them He’d catch up later but for now… Jesus scurried ALONE to the mountaintop and prayed (yes, even Jesus prayed). From His view He could see a storm had overtaken His friends and the boat so He did what Jesus does – He went out to rescue them. The miracle isn’t walking on the water – the miracles awaited them on the other side. Crowds of folks awaited them. Crippled. Demon-possessed. Paralytic. Deaf. Blind. Mute. Leprous. AND THEY ALL HAD ONE THING IN COMMON: H O P E. They had heard about this Jesus and His miraculous power. They came out in droves. They dragged themselves. They had others guide them to Him. Driven by HOPE. Stuck on HOPE. Longing for HOPE. Because they knew Hope could change everything.
Father God, in Jesus’ Name, I am stuck! Not as a dope but as a wise woman who knows beyond a shadow of doubt there is but One Hope who I can call upon. Who I can depend and count on. The same HOPE whom the crowds waited for in Gennesaret. Without You, O Lord, I am crippled and deaf and blind and mute in spirit – I need You, Lord, every hour. Every minute. Every nano-second of my life. You O God are the air I breathe. The Hope I’m stuck on. Stay near to me O God. Amen.