When John heard in prison what the Messiah was doing, he sent word by his disciples and said to him, “Are you the one who is to come, or are we to wait for another?” Jesus answered them, “Go and tell John what you hear and see: the blind receive their sight, the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the poor have good news brought to them. And blessed is anyone who takes no offense at me.”
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I have had my doubts. I would be a liar to tell you otherwise. I have had my moments when my prayers don't rise as incense but spew bitterly over ancient miracles, "Pfft! What have you done lately?" And even in the darkness of my self-made prison I have seen the terminally stubborn admit they need to change. I have seen those crippled with bad news swing their feet forward. I have witnessed health on the face of a diseased mind. I have been blown off my senses by new life and generosity. Even the one who chooses not to get in Jesus' face and lets him pass is considered blessed. And then I am left to choose the prison or to follow him. When it comes to waiting, Jesus does far more than we do.
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I am coming, Jesus. Thanks for waiting. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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