OK, back to Matthew…

When John heard in prison what Christ was doing, he sent his disciples to ask him, “Are you the one who was to come, or should we expect someone else?”  Jesus replied, “Go back and tell John what you hear and see: The blind receive sight, the lame walk …” (Matthew 11:2-5).

I spent a little time on crutches when I was in high school.  How I got them doesn’t really matter.  I may have broken my leg leaping from a burning building while rescuing a small child.  I could have smashed my toe delivering a brutal kick to the head of a bad guy while defending my school from terrorists.  I might have tripped over one of those concrete blocks in the parking lot.  It’s kinda hard to remember.

Anyway, I do remember the feeling of feeling…lame.  I couldn’t walk.  I couldn’t run.  I couldn’t dance—at least not without endangering those around me.

Frankly, there are those who still fear my dancing.

Isaiah identified healing the lame as one of the signs of the Messiah.  And Jesus healed.  But fixing the body—awesome as that was—was symbolic of greater work within.

Jesus came to heal the broken—

arms

legs

hearts

souls

As you head into your weekend, rejoice, Beloved.

The Healer is here.

Happy Friday.