Thursday, September 24, 2009
Luke 13:10-13 "Now He was teaching in one of the Synagogues on the Sabbath. And behold, there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years, and was bent over and could in no way raise herself up. But when Jesus saw her, He called her to Him and said to her "woman, you are loosed from your infirmity. And He laid His hands on her, and immediately she was made straight, and glorified God."
We don't know her name, age, or what she looks like. Can you see her bent over in pain? Does she notice the pain after 18 years; is it a dull throbbing pain that she's learned to live with? I see her there in the back, among others. Her face is etched in pain. Forgotten, lost, invisible to the others...there she sits listening to Jesus. Today I will leave the same way I came in; today will be no different than today or the days to come, she thinks to herself. But something happened that day. Something that she hadn't planned on. Jesus already knew that today this woman would be loosed. He already knew that starting this day life would no longer be as her days had been. As Jesus preached his eyes moved to her, focusing on her "Woman your are loosed from your infirmity" placing his hands on her. Immediately she was made straight and glorified God." Can you see her praising and glorifying God? Can you see her face now, smiling back at you? Can you see the tears streaming down her face?
Beloved, you have not gone unnoticed; Jesus sees you sitting in the crowd bowed over and crooked. He has already called your name from among the congregation to rise up and walk. You may have settled but God has other plans for you sister. He has said no longer do you have to walk bent over from sin, no longer do you have to settle for the pain and hurts, no longer do you have to be tied to years of abuse, years of immortality, and years of unforgiveness. You have been loosed from all those infirmities. He is calling you today just as he called our beloved sister years before. For far too long many have resigned themselves to living with life's junk, that they have grown accustomed to carrying the load, and fail to see the affects. How long have you been contorted, and twisted? Beloved, rise up and walk!