A Different Look: An Encounter With A Healer

bethesdaA Different Look” is a series of posts written from the perspectives of characters from popular Bible stories. The posts will seek to highlight different aspects of our relationship with God based on the experiences of the characters in the stories.

Based on John 5: 2-13

It was a blistering heat. It was the type of heat that hurt your eyes when you opened them. It was the middle of summer and every day seemed to get hotter and hotter. The sun was cooking anything and everything in the general vicinity of the pools I was sitting by.

The hot weather did little to warm the cold I felt inside though. As I sat by the pools, I thought over the years I had been sitting here. I had long yearned for someone to dip even the tip of my finger into the pools but so far, nobody had offered. In fact, it seemed as though hardly anyone even paid attention anymore. I had long ceased hoping that my legs would somehow heal themselves. “I’ve been lame for 38 years”, I thought to myself, “if it hasn’t happened already, it’s not going to happen”. I often recalled the accident that led to my being unable to use my legs, an accident that soured my outlook on life and left me as a grudge-holding pessimist. Continue reading

A Different Look: Peter’s View

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St. Peter

A Different Look” is a series of posts written from the perspectives of characters from popular Bible stories. The posts will seek to highlight different aspects of our relationship with God based on the experiences of the characters in the stories.

A chill ran through me as I noticed it was getting cold. I peered around to see if anyone noticed my presence. “I hope that the eventful part of the night is over”, I mumbled to myself.

It had indeed been a long night, and I was tired. My canteen was out of water, and though I was thirsty, I didn’t want to approach anyone to ask for a drink. The thought of anyone else recognizing me made me shudder with fear. Jesus was still inside talking with the high priest, and I feared it wasn’t going well. Already I had been recognized twice as a follower of His, and both times I had to pretend as though I were not.

A cold breeze sent another chill through me, and at the moment, I longed to approach one of the fires lit throughout the courtyard. I again shuddered at the thought of being recognized, and that alone was enough to keep me from approaching any of the fires.

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A Different Look: The Father’s View

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Rembrandt’s “Return of the Prodigal Son”

A Different Look” is a series of posts written from the perspectives of characters from popular Bible stories. The posts will seek to highlight different aspects of our relationship with God based on the experiences of the characters in the stories.

 

It was a bright morning. The sun had risen and I could tell it was going to be a hot day. In the distance I saw the brush rustling to and fro with the gusts of wind.

I sat by the window in my usual spot, staring out toward the horizon. Yesterday had been a tough day and I wasn’t sure today was going to be any better. I wasn’t hungry, and as my head servant brought out breakfast, all I could feel was nausea at the thought of eating anything.

It had been almost four years since my son left. I had gotten used to the routine of sitting by the window watching for his return. My wife used to nag me about getting to work, doing chores, etc., but now she mostly just gazed at me with a sad expression of longing for the man I used to be.

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