Do you want to be healed?
It was a divine appointment. A seemingly normal Sunday message delivered by an anointed pastor. A passage that I have heard before and half-heartedly assumed the true meaning of.
Jesus asked the lame man: Do you want to be healed? A very simple question. An unnecessary one for the double minded.
Of course, he wants to be healed! You don’t wait for 38 years for healing – day in, day out – asking, pleading, and shouting for healing; and not truly want to?
Jesus not only asked the man; but me.
‘Jané, do you WANT to be healed?’
Another prod.
‘Well, yes. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.’
The defence.
‘I think so. Would You show me?’
Humility.
Well then, now He can work with me. Now He can show me that hurt can become identity. He can show me that expectations can become idols. He can show me the partnered lies believed for too long.
He can ask me – do I WANT to? And I can answer, yes.
And in a moment, I am met.
Met with conviction and an intimacy that I have not known before. A call to hand my LIFE over (didn’t I already?); met with a call to hand my DREAMS over (I hadn’t dreamt in a long time); met with a call to hand my HURT over (but I have come to know it so well).
He asked me for EVERYTHING.
Now, if you haven’t experienced this, it sounds simple enough. You know as well as I do, the day we accept Jesus, He calls us to this.
BUT, He asked me to deliver to the beat of my maturity. A maturity in the making over a few years. An exponential growth in what felt like complete trudging. Like the mud would not let my feet out and up.
He asked me to come up higher. The time was now, and the stakes were lofty.
How kind? If He asked me sooner, I would’ve ignored. If He asked me for more without preparing the way, I would’ve run. He did in fact create me with a self-awareness that does not let up.
My hope for anyone reading, is this:
He will meet you. Ask Him.
He will heal you. Allow Him.
He will ask something of you. Give it up.
He will show you the way. Let Him.
We are not our own. We are His.
