Friday, September 30, 2011

Only Say the Word

When he came down from the mountain, great crowds followed him. And behold, a leper1 came to him and knelt before him, saying, “Lord, if you will, you can make me clean.” And Jesus stretched out his hand and touched him, saying, “I will; be clean.” And immediately his leprosy was cleansed. And Jesus said to him, “See that you say nothing to anyone, but go, show yourself to the priest and offer the gift that Moses commanded, for a proof to them.” When he had entered Capernaum, a centurion came forward to him, appealing to him, “Lord, my servant is lying paralyzed at home, suffering terribly.” And he said to him, “I will come and heal him.” But the centurion replied, “Lord, I am not worthy to have you come under my roof, but only say the word, and my servant will be healed. For I too am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. And I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes, and to another, ‘Come,’ and he comes, and to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.” When Jesus heard this, he marveled and said to those who followed him, “Truly, I tell you, with no one in Israel have I found such faith. I tell you, many will come from east and west and recline at table with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven, while the sons of the kingdom will be thrown into the outer darkness. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. And to the centurion Jesus said, “Go; let it be done for you as you have believed.” And the servant was healed at that very moment. And when Jesus entered Peter's house, he saw his mother-in-law lying sick with a fever. He touched her hand, and the fever left her, and she rose and began to serve him. That evening they brought to him many who were oppressed by demons, and he cast out the spirits with a word and healed all who were sick. This was to fulfill what was spoken by the prophet Isaiah: “He took our illnesses and bore our diseases." Matthew 8:1-17

The sunlight returned burning away
the mist and returning mold to dust
we hobble to the sand and pray for
miracles in the night.

We are fragile children all
immobilized by fear and lack
waltzing in the shadows where angry
voices cannot find us.

We wade in knee deep expecting
healing, baptism transforming us
into beings of compassion and light.

Our faith is strong the music swells
and we return with hope and prospect
waiting for the word waiting for the
whisper of love's touch on
our broken hearts.

We would serve through the night
rising up to care for young and old
we would be whole, God's hands,
God's heart at work in the world.

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