JESUS MADE ME CARRY MY BED!
JESUS
MADE ME CARRY MY BED!
I was born and raised a cripple. I couldn't
even begin to crawl like all children as a baby since I was paralyzed from my
mother's womb, waist down! Just how do I begin to tell my sad story to you? I don't
know.
Mine was a life
of wishful thinking as I lay down for thirty-eight years watching all the
able-bodied people whoosh past my face, going about their business!
All I could do, was just lay down there and
wished I was a bird. Sometimes, my mind comforted me by reminding me: at least,
I wasn’t blind. But the pain of wearing the same pair of shoes for years, balked
me down to the level of depression! I was very sad and hurting inside every
single day!
Now, there were
many of us, people with all kinds of disabilities: all hoping to jump ahead of
the rest into the Pool when the Angel of the Lord stirred the waters once in a
while. There were, impotent folk, of blind, halt, withered, etcetera: all
hoping for the miracle of winning the race into the Pool of Bethesda.
I was the most miserable one given my
paralysis situation. I couldn’t drag my useless legs fast enough and jump into
the Pool. Even at times, when I had some help, my body had picked more weight
over the years and made it impossible for me to get even close to making it
into the water!
So, my sad story
of pain and hurt marched on unabated for thirty-eight long years. I continued
to sink deeper and deeper into my daily misery as it were! I wanted to die but,
my heart denied me rights to give up!
I heard folks around the Pool, talking
about this Jesus of Nazareth: they all said the Man was a Good Man, a Prophet
of God, going around healing all the sick folks like me. And so, the faith in
my heart was renewed as I continue to pray, that one day, just one day: Jesus
comes wandering past my bed and heal me too.
Now, I had never
seen the Man nor heard His voice but, one fine day: there stood Jesus, smiling
at me and asked me if I needed any help. Wilt thou be made whole? Jesus
rephrased his question. But Sir, I have nobody to help me into the water!
Jesus smiled once more and stretched His
hand towards me: I trembled with Joy unspeakable as I reached out for His
Healing Hand! I was still caught up in His fiery eyes when I felt my bones crackling
up and receiving strength, for the first time ever in my life: I stood up! The Heavens
opened up!
I was overwhelmed
with Joy and a Spring of Praise bubbled up within my heart as I kissed Jesus’s
feet in humble obeisance for this incredible miracle. Rise up, take up thy bed
and walk, the Man from Nazareth said to me.
I picked up my bed for the very first time
in my life and ran back home to my equally surprised parents. Couldn’t even sit
down long enough since they ran back to the Pool wanting to thank Jesus for my
miracle: but the Man from Nazareth was not there!
I guess Jesus made
this special appearance just so He could heal me and disappeared into the next
town. Jesus Made Me Carry My Bed when no man could even pick me up and carry me
into the Pool!
The Jews crucified Jesus and He rose again:
and ever since then, I picked up His Cross and followed Him to the Upper Room.
Jesus Made Me Carry My Bed: I just love the Man! I Go Tell about Jesus… I Go
Tell!
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