I followed him around.
I think I finally figured out his passion.
It happened when he spotted a man blind from birth.
He took the man’s hand and led him away from the crowd.
Jesus scooped up a small amount of dirt, cupped it in his hand, spit in it, dipped two fingers into the mixture, and rubbed it on the blind beggar’s eyelids.
Then, he told the man to go and wash it off at the Pool of Siloam.
The man did what he was told.
After that he cried out, “I can see!”
It happened as his disciples observed a Canaanite woman rush toward Jesus. “Lord please,” she begged, “have mercy on my daughter!”
He didn’t say anything to her.
His disciples wanted to move her along.
Again she begged, “Lord help me!”
He looked into her eyes and said, “It isn’t right to give the children’s bread to the dogs.”
She looked into his eyes and said, “But Lord even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from the master’s table.”
“Such faith!” He smiled. “Go home your daughter is well.”
It happened when he entered Jericho and saw the rich tax collector Zacchaeus watching him from a sycamore tree.
Jesus said, “Come down and take me to your house.”
The crowd was hysterical.
Yet, Jesus’ kindness changed Zacchaeus then and forever.
I’ve come to realize Jesus’ passion is people.
I’ve come to realize my passion is Jesus.
What’s your passion?
There are so many stories that provide evidence to remove our doubt.
Are we paying attention?
I hope so.
God’s paasion for you and me is real.
Discover this for yourself.
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