With Labor Day tomorrow, Summer’s pretty much gone. Back to school time. While no longer bound or blessed directly by the academic year, I’m still in life’s school.
Happily free of required reading, I enjoy choosing from books on shelves or beside “Jud’s chair” in the Snuggery. If I could only read one, I’d choose the Bible, not because I’m so saintly but because I’m not.
Between Patrick’s preaching and homeschooling, the book of Luke’s been my tutor for weeks.
Friday’s lesson came from Luke 7 in The Message.
Jesus, knowing what’s ahead, keeps on doing good: healing, teaching, listening, loving, letting His heart be broken. He’s just healed a Roman captain’s servant in Capernaum, then in Nain, raised to life the son of a widow.
Teachable time for the onlookers.
“They all realized they were in a place of holy mystery, that God was at work among them. They were quietly worshipful and then noisily grateful calling out among themselves, ‘God is back, looking to the needs of His people!’
Yesterday and today, the lessons continued when disciples of John the Baptist came to see if Jesus was the One they’d been expecting. Jesus replied, “‘Go back and tell John what you have just seen and heard: the blind see, the lame walk, lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, the wretched of the earth have God’s salvation hospitality extended to them.‘”
Stunning words to those of us crippled in hidden ways. We “wretched” ones.
To us, “God’s salvation hospitality extended.”
God’s hand of Grace lifts bowed heads, straightens slumped shoulders, leaving us wretched ones, “quietly worshipful” and ‘noisily grateful” at two truths.
And we’ve not just read about miracles long ago.
We are one.
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