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Topic: Pigs Might Fly (10/31/13)
TITLE: Impossible Possibility
By Frankie Kemp
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They sat around the same table in the same upper room they had sat a few months earlier. They could count the days since they had eaten that last meal with Him, but just as the days were countable, it also seemed to them as if they had been days from another lifetime—a separate kind of existence that they were not sure how to describe. Telling and remembering together what they had seen and were seeing happen in the lives of the people sent electric currents of physical responses, causing them to shiver as if they were cold, while at the same time coursing an opposing current of warmth in their bodies. He was there, but not there. So much more made sense to them, and they lingered over the things He had told them.
The knocking at the door hushed the stories. Another reality threatened. As belief had spread, so had the violent opposition. They knew that every time they preached in the synagogue they were angering the same court that had condemned Jesus. They still feared for their lives, but the same Grace that had poured the Spirit of their Savior down on them, empowering them to be His witnesses, was continuing to supply them with a boldness that had not been there before.
Peter stood up and moved to open the door. On the other side was Mary Magdalene, and with her was a young man dressed in the fine robes of his Levitical heritage. “This is Joseph of Cyprus,” she said. “He has insisted that he must speak to all of you.” her eyes communicated safety to Peter. He opened the door wider and welcomed Mary and her young companion into the room.
“Wait a minute,” said Matthew, “I remember you. You were there the day we tried to keep the children from Jesus, and He rebuked us. You questioned Him, then, and He gave an answer you did not like.”
The young man bowed his head for a brief moment but raised it again, thinly bearded chin quivering. “You are right. I went away that day very sorrowful and distressed in my soul. I walked away from Him. You see, I am a very rich and powerful man, even though I am young. How could I give that up to follow a no one from Nazareth? If I am to tell the entire truth, I have to confess that I played my part in the murmurings and disputing against Him. Yes, I was one of the pigs who wanted him dead.”
The men reclining at the table drew in hard breaths and poised themselves against the power of their own emotions. No one moved, and the young man continued, “I am no longer the foolish man I was on that day.” The tears begin to spill out of the eyes that looked above the heads of the seated men, and the speaker’s voice trembled. “I heard you, Peter,” whispered Joseph, leveling his gaze to look Peter in the face. “I heard you preaching that day,” his voice took on volume, “—that day that so many from so many different places heard so much on the streets of Jerusalem. Something in me changed. It was Him. Really, it was Him I finally heard and believed. I have tried to find all of you ever since. I know that it will be hard to trust me because I once walked away. . . Please believe that I know now what I didn’t know before, and I see. I have felt the mercy of Almighty God. Now, I cannot walk away. I have sold a field and brought you the money. Take it and use it to spread His message.”
Awe filled every heart. Once again Jesus’ Word proved true. Hadn’t He told them that all things are possible with God?
“Come, Brother, share our table.” Peter said, embracing the rich young ruler.
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