He Stretched out His Hand
I’m reading through Luke and the story of this man’s healing stuck with me. I empathized with him as he stood in front of a crowd with Jesus.
“The Pharisees and the teachers of the law were looking for a reason to accuse Jesus, so they watched him closely to see if he would heal on the Sabbath. But Jesus knew what they were thinking and said to the man with the shriveled hand, “Get up and stand in front of everyone.” So he got up and stood there. Then Jesus said to them, “I ask you, which is lawful on the Sabbath: to do good or to do evil, to save life or to destroy it?” He looked around at them all, and then said to the man, “Stretch out your hand.” He did so, and his hand was completely restored.”
All eyes were on Jesus and this man who needed healing. The eyes of the Pharisees burning into him as he obeyed Jesus and stretched his hand.
I’m not sure if his obedience was in admittance to the authority of Jesus as the Messiah or out of curiosity, but regardless when all the eyes were upon him, he was obedient and he was healed. When he stretched out his hand he let himself be linked to Jesus.
I’m not sure my obedience to God has ever been totally pure, but I know I am healed. My heart was broken I was blind to who God was and I was healed. He used my imperfect small turn of obedience, and He is teaching my heart genuine obedience and reverence through my continued healing.
Praying I let myself be identified with the healer in all I do.