Acts 3:1-10
It was only a little while ago that I stumbled across a passage of the Bible. A passage, which I found so astonishing, that I was amazed by its presence in the Bible. I had most likely read this before, at some other time on some other day, but God had never brought it onto me with such force before.
As I read through, I thought it was just another story, after all, the book of Acts is wrought with them. All of them true, but nonetheless, useless without input from God. It was only when God had me put on a different lens that I was so impacted. If the man in the account is viewed as a newborn Christian, things really start happening.
This scenario is set up perfectly. In verse two, it says that the man was lame from his mother’s womb. Every day he was brought to the temple so that he could beg for alms; hoping for a kind person to give him another day’s sustenance. Then Peter and John came along. The man asked once more for something to satisfy his needs, but in the name of Jesus Christ, they gave him the ability to walk.
The thing that amazed me was this: he went immediately into the temple and was walking, leaping and praising God. It was got me to thinking, we were all born lame. None of us had the ability to walk (in the spiritual sense), but then we were raised up. Where is the walking? Where is the leaping? Where is the jumping? The people in the temple were filled with awe upon seeing his ability to walk, to jump. Do they see that in us? Every once in a while I receive huge encouragement by seeing a leap here, and jump there. I see a lot of walking though. A lot of sitting. Wishing. Waiting.
Oh, but I do wonder what things would look like with more jumping! Would there be more extraordinary events? Fewer broken people, who have been stabbed once too many times to continue? I do hope so. I suppose my feet have left the ground a few times. Little bounces hardly worth a mention. But for a jump, I would sacrifice them all. I think God desires more Tiggers. Not people who do “big things” for an honorable mention. What is a big thing by the way? Sometimes I think we focus too much on being big people. Caught up in the rough and tumble of building a Christian machine. Many times I find leaps in the smallest civilities, but what a scarcity they are. I have seen too many broken people to think we are bouncing enough. I don’t think all pain could (or should) be erased, but maybe lessened. Maybe some things could be different, leastwise within the body of Christ.
Unfortunately, God has cursed me with unending optimism, and I think things can change for the better. My prayer is that we could be Sky High Christians. Every surface makes us bounce. I don’t know exactly for what purpose I wrote this, but to share the thoughts buzzing in my head. God bless the broken people.
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