IT HAPPENED LIKE THIS:
Today I ‘m at the Pool of Bethesda in Jerusalem.
I’m waiting for an angel to stir the water because it’s rumored that the first person into the pool after the angel causes ripples will be cured.
I’ve been sick for 38 years.
There are a lot of people crammed in here.
Some are propped against the columns.
Some are crouched on the steps.
Most are maneuvering to position themselves at the pool’s edge.
A person trying to walk around the pool would certainly trip over someone.
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 stares at the water to spot the slightest disturbance.
Frequently there are false leaps into the pool.
I’ve done it myself.
People are so desperate for relief.
Do miracles still happen?
I HEARD A VOICE
I never saw him come.
I didn’t have time to pay attention, but
I did hear his voice
Until then I felt forsaken.
Until then few spoke to me.
Until then none offered sympathy.
“Do you want to be well?”
HE SPOKE HOPE
I thought he was joking
I figured he was making fun
I supposed he intended mischief
“Well I … (made an excuse).”
The voice ignored my explanation
The voice said incredibly, “Get up, take your mat and leave.”
The voice spoke with assurance and authority
I did as the voice commanded.
I looked around to say thank you
The voice was gone.
Tears flowed in disbelief
This was the first time I met Jesus.
I’d like to meet him again face to face.
If I met him face to face would I know it was Jesus?