“Then the whole town went out to meet Jesus. And when they saw him, they pleaded with him to leave their region.” (Matthew 8)
Jesus, the son of God, the Great I AM was in the building.
… and they pleaded with him to leave.
A tortured prisoner had been set free. A man sick in mind and body. A man they knew. And now, the local crazy was no longer insane and a herd of unclean pigs was no longer alive.
Were the people scared? Feeling busted ’cause they shouldn’t have been raising unkosher pigs in the first place? Were they unsettled in their spirits and just didn’t want to deal with what it all meant?
These people were witnesses to a miracle, and shown a thing or two about their choices maybe, and instead of coming clean and having a party, they asked God to leave.
I’ve felt this same fear of God. This ‘finding out’ kind of fear. This fear of him unveiling of all of my ‘pigs’ that I cling to, even when I’ve touched the nail wounds in His hands.
What is it that scares us so?
Belief that we’ll will be snuffed out like the demonized pigs? Being found out that we are no different than any other grovelling swine we high and mightily judge? … Finding out that grace might leave us with Giving up’s and Turning Away’s?
Yes, Truth is costly, and exacting, and stain-revealing…
But Real Truth just asks us to simply come… then gets on His knees and cleans our feet.
Jesus, I don’t ever to send you away. I don’t ever want to look at someone else’s miracle and be found grumbling. Please, send my pigs running to their death, Lord, but free me completely so I can get on my knees and clean feet… like you cleaned mine.