I see the seen, the bustle and stress of the ministry, the interruption of the woman with the bleeding issue, the people that tell Jairus to not bother the teacher, the wailing, the laughter, the healing, a dead little girl walking around. There would have been confusion, awe, fear, excitement. Mouths dropped open, hands hanging limp, eyes unblinking, hearts racing, they stood there dumbfounded.
“Guys. She’s been laying here sick for a while, she died and is alive again. Kind of a busy day for her. Could you get her something to eat? She’s really hungry.” The broken reverie, the nervous laughter that gives way to guffaws, especially from the dad. And somehow, I see even the angels shaking their heads as they watched. “He did it again. How does He do it?”
I don’t know whether you’ve ever thought about it but angels never raised anyone from the dead. Angels never healed anyone. Angels do not do much that is miraculous, only what causes damage – burning things, making people mute, that kind of thing – and their good messengers.
Humans, we’re different, made in God’s image we are capable and called to do things no other being can do. We are called to do the miraculous. Through Jesus power, and in His name, we can bring healing. We can prophesy. We can raise the dead by the power of God Almighty.
And, because we’re human, we can meet the practical everyday needs of people. We can feed them, clothe them, bring them medicine, touch them, love them. . . provide. . . speak life. . .
I’m seeing a correlation here.
God and us. God in us. Out of all creation there is just us and Him that can and should do these things.
A high calling, a nobel ministry, a war to be one.
Don’t you think it is time to get involved? Don’t you think it is time for Him to shine through you?