IT HAPPENED LIKE THIS:
Picture this, here I am at the Pool of Bethesda in Jerusalem.
I’m waiting for an angel to stir the water because people say the first person into the pool after the angel causes ripples in the water will be cured.
I’ve been sick for 38 years.
There are a lot of people packed in here.
Some are propped against the columns.
Some are crouched on the steps.
Some are sprawled around the pool.
All are intently watching the surface of the Bethesda pool.
Nearly everyone is maneuvering to get as close as possible to water’s edge.
Anyone attempting to walk around Bethesda would find it slow going.
There’s a lot of rivalry here.
There’s a lot of chaos here.
There’s a lot of passion here.
Everyone expects to be first to jump into the Pool at Bethesda.
Everyone has a dream.
Everyone is focused on the water, ready to dive.
Occasionally, there are misguided leaps into the pool.
I’ve done it myself.
People are desperate for help.
Do miracles happen?
We all hold onto hope.
THEN, I HEARD A VOICE
I never noticed his presence.
I didn’t glance away from Bethesda, but
I did hear his voice.
Until then I felt abandoned.
Until then few spoke to me.
Until then no one offered sympathy.
“Do you want to be well?”
THE VOICE SPOKE HOPE
I thought the voice ridiculed me.
I guessed the voice teased me.
I suspected the voice meant mischief
“Well I have no one …”
The voice ignored my excuse.
The voice spoke with assurance and authority.
The voice said,
“Get up, take your mat and leave.”
I did as the voice commanded.
I looked around to say thank you
The voice was gone.
My tears flowed in thanksgiving
Unknown to me, this was the first time I met Jesus.
If I hear his voice, again, I’ll know him.