Reading the Gospel of Matthew this week, the cleansing of the Temple story, a line leaped out at me. “The blind and the lame came to him at the temple, and he healed them.” (Mt 21.14) I glanced at the cleansing story parallels in the other Gospels, and this line doesn’t appear in them. It’s unique to Matthew’s account.
Even in the last days before his death, with controversies and intrigue swirling all around him, people in need still sought Jesus out for the help he alone could give them.
There are days when I don’t feel like a major character in the Bible drama. I’m not Peter, Caiaphas or Mary Magdalene. I don’t have a name at all — frankly, I’m not that important. I take my place among the masses of unnamed characters who only enjoy a minute or two on stage and then disappear again. But their brief encounter with Jesus alters them forever.
I am the blind, the lame, the poor who come to Jesus, and suddenly I see, I walk and I possess untold wealth. I need only come.
Very touching post. Reminds me of Matthew 25:31-46- “Whatever you neglected to do unto one of these least of these, you neglected to do unto Me!”
Each and every one of us is the blind, the lame, the poor, needing to touch the hem of Christ’s robe…each of us needs to help others also. Faith without works is- you know.
Good points, WordSprite. We need to touch the hem of his robe daily. (To me, the hem is nature.) Peace to you today.