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Topic: Feel (emotions) (08/26/10)
TITLE: All That Really Mattered
By Allison Egley
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I can't even tell you now how long I had suffered with my problem before that day. I was sure it would be a life-long condition. I was so tired of it. I just wanted to be loved. To be liked. To be.... accepted.
I grew so tired of the ordeal. "Unclean! Unclean!" I'd have to yell out every time someone started to approach me. As if they couldn’t tell just by looking at me.
"Unclean! Unclean!" It was always the undertone for whatever other song may be playing in my head. The background noise in my dreams. "Unclean!"
But then, I heard about this... Man. Could He even be called a Man? I mean... look at me! Just look.
But let me get back to that day. I had heard about Him from, well... everyone. Not that anyone personally told me about Him, but even from the outskirts of town, I could overhear the conversations.
He had made the blind see, and the deaf hear, and the lame walk.
But would he heal me?
Would this Man, this Jesus, even look upon someone as horrid as me?
I really wasn't sure, but I had to try, at least. I mean, what did I have to lose? Well, my dignity, I suppose. No, wait... that was already long gone.
I heard Him approach before I saw Him, since my eyesight was already going.
I stumbled towards Him, falling at His feet. "Lord," I cried out. "If You are willing, You can heal me."
And do you know what He did next? Do you know what He did? He.... He touched me!
No one had dared even look at me. And He dared to touch me? This perfect Man would dare to touch me and make Himself unclean? Not that He did become unclean, mind you. It was the willingness to do so that impacted me. That would have been enough. Just that simple touch would have been enough. It conveyed so much. He didn't just accept me. He loved me.
I could have lived the rest of my days with just that touch. But He didn't stop there. The instant He touched me, I was healed. Physically, mentally, and spiritually.
I cried. Not for what I had lost, but for what I had gained.
I was accepted. I was whole.
I was clean. And that's all that really mattered.
Based on Mark 1:40-42
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