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Topic: Outbreak (04/07/11)
TITLE: I Saw the Sores
By Dee Washington
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A beggar with an outbreak of sores was laid at my door. He was a victim of the pestilence that was all around - spiritual poverty and moral depravity. His external eruptions were the effect of this internal, deep-seated disease. His sores symbolized the adversity and distress in his life, and the wounds were the result of a poor, spiritually void, poverty- stricken, sin-sick soul.
Because of my luxurious supply of the finest food, my illustrious shelter, and royal clothing, the beggar came to me "desiring to be fed with the crumbs… (vs. 21)” which fell from my table. Like many others, he knew his needs, and he came to me hungry for just a small taste of what I had been given.
During his ministry, the Lord Jesus, offered consolation and mercy to all the diseased that were placed before him. With a loving and merciful hand, he touched them and he healed them - of whom I was one. He gave me, and all his followers, his ministry along with “…power and authority over all demons, and to cure diseases...to preach the kingdom of God and to heal the sick (Luke 9:1-2 NKJV).” He gave us supernatural resources and the best of heavenly riches, his compassionate and forbearing character, along with his word, faith, and prayer as the means to heal.
My arrogance was that the Lord gave me these riches and I could use them as my own. So I saved them up and spent them on myself. I had no care for the poor, the hungry, or for those who were affected by this pestilence of sin; I offered no compassion, no mercy, and no love. I left the man with the outbreak of sores for the dogs to lick his open wounds and so further his misery. I could have raised him up to take care of him as my brother, to feed and shelter him, to offer him a Balm for his wounds, and to tell him how to join me as a kingdom heir. I chose to close the door.
For me, the rich steward, the choice was lethal. I saw the sores, but did not share the good things the Master entrusted to me. I did not provide healing, or share the Lord’s material and spiritual resources, not even a crumb. Because I misrepresented the Master and wasted the Lord’s goods, my lot is a schism between me and the Kingdom that I cannot cross, and death has deprived me of any more opportunities. I was unfaithful and selfish with what was not mine, therefore, the riches I had in life, and misery in death will be my only reward.
But it is not too late for others. The pestilence is all around and the poor are still suffering. Those whose distress is bursting out are pleading, “Please, as you can see, my soul is diseased and I am in need. I have no one to care for me; I have no real food, no true shelter, and nothing to cover me. Would you share a small portion of the riches the Master gave to you - a serving of the Word of Life which makes one whole? Would you give me a mustard-seed helping of true faith so that I can be healed? Can you spare just a little bit of knowledge of how I may obtain this heavenly wealth?”
They have been laid at the door begging for as little as the crumbs that fall from the table. Just look at the sores.
Based on The Rich Man and Lazarus Luke 16 (NKJV)
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