Saturday 11 March 2017

THE ANTHEM OF THE DESPERATE: TWELVE YEARS A SLAVE

So I hear the movie Twelve Years a Slave is really nice. I wouldn't know, I haven't seen it. 😂

But here's the Bible's version:
There were no tarred roads in Jerusalem, I mean c'mon, it was just around AD 30, give or take a few years, but someone was on her knees crawling through the dirt... ducking between people's legs, probably getting her hands trod on occasionally by the jostling crowd. Her target, the hem of a garment. Her reason, well, let's just say she couldn't take it anymore.😑

Can you imagine what it's like to bleed for 12 whole years? Soiling your favourite clothes consistently... for 12 years. Shooing the flies... for 12 years. Shying away from public appearances... for 12 years. Being weak, possibly anemic and maybe even passing out occasionally... for 12 years.

Let's put it in perspective:
If she was to meet Jesus today, 11th March, 2017, that would mean she started bleeding when George Bush was president of America and J.A. Kuffuor was president of Ghana. It would mean she started bleeding the year Carrie Underwood won American Idol. She started bleeding before anybody had an idea who Justin Beiber was. She started bleeding before Android phones and before some of us ever had a meaningful crush. (Now that's a lot of bleeding.)

But this is the one that my mind can't handle... She started bleeding when Jesus was about 21 years old, maybe younger. Her problem was at least 4 times older than Jesus' ministry!

Let's take a quick detour, remember the lame man by the pool of Bethesda? He was there 38 years... His problem was older than Jesus!! 😱 I'm glad to announce to you, Jesus don't give a hoot how old your situation is, He can fix it!

Back to the bleeding lady tho. Enough was enough and she wasn't taking it no more. Somehow, she pushed her way through to the center of the crowd, right to the Master's feet.
Jesus hadn't come for her (He came for Jairus' daughter)... but He'd come anyway.
She saw her opportunity. Like Micah Stampley's "Desperate People" she pressed in. One touch, not even of the Man, just the hem of His robe.. and this is what happened:

Mark 5:29 Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering. 

Just like that, she was no longer a slave to disease and infirmity. Another win for desperation. What's your excuse?
Watch out for the next one...
✌😎KayO

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