An unraveling of my external shell exposed the rift between what I live and what I believe. Embers of hope began to flourish once more. This day felt like a sacred hinge between the past and what may be.
This ripening moment of faith collided with my doubt as I peered down into the troubled waters. An angel stood and beckoned me to step down into the waters of mercy. Irrepressible hunger propelled my broken body closer to the water’s edge. Then in agony of stillness I watched as another took my place. Once again my journey to wholeness crashes in defeat and despair.
A voice echoes across the rippling pool calling my name. I, the one who had been lying on the porticoes of life for many years, was being asked if I want to be healed. This present moment of time shimmered with promise even as the pool was still; the angel was gone and the opportunity was lost. He answered not one of my excuses.
“Rise,” commanded the voice. Without conscious thought my trembling limbs unfurled as I looked down with astonishment. “Take up your bed and walk.” Limbs once paralyzed shook with effort as I struggled to my feet. Greater though was the miracle that repaired and nourished my once wizened soul; “He has made me whole.”
For an angel went down at a certain season into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first after the troubling of the water stepped in was made whole of whatsoever disease he had.
Like the crippled man healed at the pool of Bethesda we also have a testimony. How would you finish the statement, "He has __________?"
note: Bethesda means "mercy"