Stuck in Bethesda

How smug we are, sifting through our

carefully sourced and meticulously sorted

files of financial institutions, fashion outlets

produce markets and urgent care facilities—

forever certain we know precisely

where to go to acquire whatever we need.

Our vision is so focused on

our pools of Bethesda

we sometimes miss the

wounded hands held out to us

by the Lord. What if the paralytic

trapped in his broken body

for thirty-eight years, balked

at Jesus asking, Do you want

to be made well? and chose

to cling stubbornly to the way

of healing that he knew

when Jesus ordered him to

stand, pick up his mat, and walk?

Likely, he’d have stayed a paralytic.

How often do we remain sick, or

otherwise suffer need because our

minds and hearts are closed to God’s

inexplicable manner of miracle?

Time to set human wisdom in

its place, look up from our own

pools of Bethesda, lift our eyes to

the one with healing in his wings.

We’ve all heard the saying:

It’s not what you know, but who.

John 5:1–8