While Jesus was in one of the towns, a man came along who was covered with leprosy.When he saw Jesus, he fell with his face to the ground and begged him, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.”
Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” And immediately the leprosy left him.
When this man saw Jesus, he saw Hope.
And Hope brought him to his knees.
I wonder how long it had been since this leper had been touched. I wonder how long it had been since he was called by his real name instead of just “Unclean Leper.” How long had he yearned for any kind of human contact that was real and kind. How many nights had he dreamed of a baby’s skin.
But this man didn’t reach out to touch Jesus – for too many years touching anyone had been his biggest crime. This man didn’t fall on his knees and ask Jesus to heal him. He didn’t plead with his words for wholeness. No, he just wanted to feel clean again. He just wanted to be clean enough to touch and be touched. Clean enough to hold and be held, to be looked at, to be sat near.
Clean enough to be loved.
“Jesus, you can make me clean.”
He obviously had heard the news of Jesus. He probably had sat near some that had been healed. Hope welled up within him and somehow he knew his hope was possible if Love was willing
… and Jesus reached out and said, I AM.
Love touched him.
Then Love’s hands picked him up.
Love Himself, made him clean again.
Clean. Unblemished. Brand new. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound… Lord, I live for the touch of your hand. It is unmatched.
Watering today: Prov 26; ps 26; Ezra 4; Luke 5 – 7