I’m done with college.
Pope Benedict XVI
Always a good reminder, but I really needed this today…
Why does everyone depict the Pharisees as the epitome of self-righteousness and legalism? It drives me crazy. We Christians need to do a much better job when we talk about 1st century Judaism.
Shut up in my bones;
I was weary of holding it back,
And I could not.” —
This was the epigraph for my thesis.
On the side of the dusty road, a man sits, legs crossed, hands cupped in hope. His ears have memorized by now the rhythm of the road to Jericho; farmers bringing in their crops on creaky carts, merchants with their heavy-treading donkeys, Roman cohorts raising clouds of throat-burning dust. Life is hard and no one has any coins to spare for the man’s empty hands. God is silent.
The man hears noise in the distance, thousands of shuffling feet, a great crowd. People sweep past him and he catches the edge of someone’s clothing. “What’s happening?” he says loudly. “It’s Jesus of Nazareth,” says the passerby.
“Jesus.” the man says quietly. “Jesus!” he shouts. “Son of David! Have mercy on me!”
Someone takes him by the shoulder and gives him a shake. “Shut up. You’re disturbing the great teacher. What can he do for you anyway?”
“Jesus!” The man shouts even louder. “Son of David! Have mercy on me!”
A voice from within the crowd. “Bring him here.” People raise the man to his feet, muttering. Hands shove him forward. He is jostled by bodies and emerges into empty space.
“What do you want me to do for you?” The crowd is quiet.
The man’s voice echos in the silence. “Lord, I want to see.”
No one breathes. And Jesus speaks. “Receive your sight, your faith has healed you.” And the man opens his eyes and looks around him, sees hands lifted in praise to a God who has not abandoned his people.
Lord have mercy.