When I stormed out of the Synagogue, the entire leadership was indignant, furious that I would go to the Teacher for help. I understood. But my wife had just told me that my twelve year old daughter was about to die. I’ll do whatever it takes to save my child. I caused quite a stir as I pushed my way through the crowd. When I saw Him, I fell to my knees and pleaded earnestly with Him, “My little daughter lies at the point of death. Come lay your hands on her, that she may be healed, and she will live.” He motioned for me to lead Him to my house. I marveled at the mercy and grace He showed me, especially after we had done so much to destroy His ministry. But just as hope began to rise within me, we were interrupted by a woman. He was still talking to her when I noticed that messengers from my own house, obviously still upset that I went to the Teacher for help, were demanding my attention saying, “Your daughter has died. Why bother the Teacher any longer?” Before I could even think, He steadied my wrist and spoke, “Don’t be afraid, only believe.” I decided I wasnt going to do anything except keep my eyes on Him. I watch Him prohibit anyone from following us except His three disciples. When we arrived at my house and saw the tumult, He put out all of the weepers and wailers saying, “Why make all this commotion. The child is not dead, but sleeping.” He didnt even respond to their ridicule. He took my wife and me, and His disciples, into my daughter’s room, took her by the hand and said, “Little girl, I say to you arise.” I was astonished as her spirit returned and He gave her back to my wife. Then Jesus looked at me with the look of a father, affirming that He, too, will do whatever it takes for His children.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 23:36:57 +0000
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