As soon as they left the synagogue, they went with James and John to the home of Simon and Andrew. Simon’s mother-in-law was in bed with a fever, and they told Jesus about her. So he went to her, took her hand and helped her up. The fever left her and she began to wait on them.
That evening after sunset the people brought to Jesus all the sick and demon-possessed. The whole town gathered at the door, and Jesus healed many who had various diseases. He also drove out many demons, but he would not let the demons speak because they knew who he was.Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed. Simon and his companions went to look for him, and when they found him, they exclaimed: “Everyone is looking for you!”
Jesus replied, “Let us go somewhere else, to the nearby villages so I can preach there also. That is why I have come.” So he traveled throughout Galilee, preaching in their synagogues and driving out demons. – Mark 1:29-39
If I could heal sick people at will, do you think there is anything else that I would bother doing in this life? If I could sneak in while patients were sleeping, touch them and remove their cancers, stitch up their broken bones, give sight to their eyes, eradicate the viruses and germs – do you think you could drag me out of the hospitals with chains and a tractor?
Not a chance.
Obviously, I am not Jesus.
I don’t see things as He did and does. I don’t see what sin does to people; how it rots them from within and brings death to their cheery, healthy, happy-looking faces.
I will confess something to you, though. I’ve had a glimpse.
Not just in this life, but in a dream a few nights ago. A nightmare, actually. I dreamed that I could see the effect of evil on people. I dreamed that I could even see objects that had been used for evil purposes, and I saw them differently. They were grotesque underneath their translucent skins, in the kind of way that H.R. Giger designed the black-and-bleached-white flesh-ripped-from-bone world of the creature from the movie Alien and its sequels. Horrific, dead-through-and-through, rank with wickedness, eaten up with malice, consumed by self.
I think I once blogged that I wished I could see things as Jesus sees them.
I no longer wish it.
I understand now – a tiny fractional understanding – the way He sees evil, and sees it in us.
What I cannot comprehend is why He loves us anyway.
But I now have a greater appreciation for His desire, when tempted to spend His time healing the physical, to move on with the good news that brings healing to the inner man.
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What a strange dream! How does anyone dream like that??? I rarely even remember mine.Can you imagine having to walk this earth with the perspective that Jesus had??? He saw things that nobody else did and understood things in a way that nobody else could. I’m not sure I’d want that perspective either.But then, I wonder, aren’t we,as Christians, challenged to develop that perspective, to see the needs of people and do what we can for them, to be filled with compassion for them, as He was? He’s given us His Spirit to teach us how to do that. I also love how, in this example, Jesus teaches us how to deal with living with that perspective…by spending time in prayer. Again, we see His humanity when He prays. Don’t you ever wonder what it was that He spent His hours in prayer about??? I sure do. And I wonder how much of His time in prayer He spent praying for others who needed Him???Do we have the same concern for others that He had, for those that need Him? Or are we sometimes so “consumed with self” that we are reluctant to lead people to the Great Physician?Keith, once again, thank you for all your different snapshots of Jesus, keep ’em coming. They’re very refreshing, because He is very refreshing. Much love–mmlace
Keith,I once had a similar dream, but sin had the effect of rotting the maggot-infected flesh of its victims/participants. At the time, I recall thinking that it was God’s way of frightening me over a particular sin I was dealing with…and perhaps to some extent it was. God certainly never wants us to get complacent with sin.In retrospect, though, I think it has more fully reminded me of just how much we dependon Christ’s perfect life for us. I’m reminded daily through my own struggles that I have nothing to offer God. Jesus’ righteousness is my only hope, and I thank God that He willingly lived among us and died for us to save the world from the filth of sin.Blessings to you,Adam