Miracles… 3
When I was a kid, I can remember all 7 of us piled into that old dodge and going places. It was like our own little rolling freak-show, with yours-truly being the highlight act. Being the circus that is was, often times when going to the store, only one of my parents would go in and leave the rest of us imprisoned in that van with the other parent as the Referee.
I can remember sitting there watching people jockey for the certain parking spots. It amazed me that there were seemingly always spots up near the front and people just passed them up. It didn’t take me long to realize that you must have one of those cool blue things hanging from your mirror to get to park there. I thought maybe it was for VIP’s. Soon I realized that those spots weren’t reserved for VIP’s, but rather for those who couldn’t walk very far or for those who were disabled. They were for the handicap. As a little boy I can remember thinking, “I hope when I get old enough to drive, I am handicap so I can always park in the front”.
The fact is, I am handicap. Maybe not from a physical ailment, but make no mistake, I have a disability. This week in our continuing “Miracles” series, we look at story that shows us Jesus through the lens of the Handicap. In fact, it’s very setting is a literal parking lot for the disabled. It’s found in John 5:1-15 and it is a powerful picture of what is available to those of us who desperately need a touch from the Healer.
I have to ask the question… What’s your handicap? How has the presence of Christ healed that which cripples you??