Jesus told him, “Stand up, pick up your mat, and walk!” (John 5:8)
Read: 1 Samuel 1:9 – 4:11
Relate: I’ve been mentally going through a list of people Jesus healed in the gospel. One after another it seems there is a common thread. Each and every time, the person being healed, or the one interceding for the healing, has to take a step of faith. We just read about the official’s boy at the end of chapter 4. The man had to go back home without Jesus. There’s the blind man who had to wash at the pool of Siloam. The lepers had to present themselves to the priest. Another had to stretch out his hand. The man who was carried through the roof didn’t have to do anything, but his friends already displayed a lot of faith on his behalf. Obviously, the dead didn’t do anything… they’re dead. Those are healings of a whole different level and I don’t think Jesus could help Himself. Wherever Jesus shows up, the dead don’t stay dead.
I think this thread of taking a step of faith flows through the other miracles as well. At the wedding at Cana, the servants had to fill the buckets with water and then present it as wine. When Jesus feeds thousands, his disciples have to begin passing out the food. Peter doesn’t walk on water until he gets out of the boat. They don’t catch fish until the nets are in the water. Jesus does the miracle but usually (if not always) others have to participate in the miracle even before they see that a miracle will occur.
React: I am always very willing to be used by God. The problem is, often I want to see how and why and where I am to be used before I begin stepping out. If Jesus were to say, “Go do this and then this will happen in that way” I would be more than willing to obey. Problem is, He usually just says, “Go do this” and I have to find out on my own what will happen and how. It isn’t that I am unwilling to obey Jesus. I am just unwilling to look like an idiot. I am unwilling to get uncomfortable. But He is calling me out. Until my desire to follow Him is greater than my need for respectability, I will not see miracles. Until my longing to obey Him is greater than my so called need to remain secure…
I will not rise.
God, it isn’t that I need to grow my faith. I have faith. It may not be a lot but it is enough. Where I need help, God, is in using the faith You have given me. Give me the courage to step out. Give my the confidence to trust You. Give me the willingness to Rise.