This morning I recalled Kate and the testimony of healing she gave about being led to the healing rooms at Bethel in Redding. It was her last resort, as the doctors could not help, and the prescriptions didn't work. I was also reminded of the day in February 2009 when I sat in an examination room to await the next series of diagnostic procedures to find a solution to my physical ailments.
“IF You can?” and then followed with a challenge to the man and his child – to BELIEVE. It is not going to be the wave of a magic wand by which this boy will be healed. But first, do you BELIEVE I can do this? That is what Jesus challenged him with.
Jesus was not at the pool where he received sight, so the only way the healed man knew Him was by His distinctive and memorable voice. THAT voice was now right here with him. It came from a face with eyes of kindness and hope asking "Do you believe?"
Just as each person comes into the church through the entry door, they also bring with them who they are. The personal mess of troubles, lingering doubts, hidden secrets, worries, habits and suspicions are all brought right on into the church, the sanctuary, a building on a plot of land where people gather.
As I lay voluntarily under the knife to have all things removed I trusted completely in you Lord. You removed the wrinkles. You removed the cancerous parts. You extracted the rot, mined the ego with pick and tongs, and excavated my selfish heart.
Worship is intimate.
Yes, it can get loud. But even in our moments of highest praise we are to remember WHO it is we worship. That ought to put us in our proper place... at His feet... in reverence of God Most High- the One who owns the universe and all that is in it.
Simon Magus witnessed the apostles laying hands on people who at once received the Holy Spirit. He may have observed how the same laying on of hands healed those with health issues. That holy-handed power was something he wanted and would pay almost anything for.