…is nothing short of a miracle. Like that time Jesus said, “Friend, your sins are forgiven.” Everybody had a conniption. Not just for the fact that they were covered in dust and incredulous astonishment as that “friend” was lowered through the roof over their heads. And Jesus, with His amazing rhetorical question, “which is easier, to say ‘your sins are forgiven’ or ‘get up and walk’? But so that you’ll know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins…”
That friend, that crowd, those reasoning religious people, they were never the same. That man went home on his own feet, giving glory to God.
But better yet, his sins were forgiven.
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While I was waiting for You to give me a soft heart, a broken spirit…waiting because I had nowhere else to go… All my other attempts at cures were just symptom numb-ers, something to keep me drunk enough to believe things were ok. I was hoping to forget, instead of having to deal with this burden one more day. One more day that has stretched into years. Maybe that’s the kind of burden that Paul begged for release from, and to which You replied, “My grace is sufficient for you; My power is made perfect in weakness.”
I was wandering around, and waiting for this new heart You could give me. Wandering and waiting. Numb and silent. Pretty despondent. And after that long walk of not much talking, You gave the next directive. My version was to forget. Your version is
to love.
And, quite frankly, You are crazy AND a genius to tell me something so stinking simple and so strangely adverse to the entire situation.
But that’s one thing I love about You. Strange antidotes and fantastic cures.
Perfect. Cures.
