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Topic: CHILDHOOD (03/09/17)
TITLE: A Vivid Memory of Jesus
By Raymond Bouchoc
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The kids yelled and bounced up and down.
“… but only the short version.”
I woke up to find my mother bent over me. “Shalom, Benjamin,” she said.
“Shalom, mama.” I sat up and looked at her. She had tears in her us. “Are you crying?”
“Maybe a little, dear.” She put a hand on my cheek. “Do you remember anything that happened to you?”
“No, mama. Nothing happened to me. Can I go out to play?”
“Yes, but please stay right in front, where I can see you.”
“Thanks, mama.” I went outside and grabbed my rocks and sat under the window to play with them. I heard her talking to my papa.
“You have to take him to Jesus, Reuben! Did you see what happened?”
“Yes, I saw what happened!”
“Well, I can’t take this anymore. They say Jesus heals people.”
“I don’t want to bother him. Everyone is going to him.”
“You have to, for Benjamin’s sake, and for mine!”
“Ok. I’ll see what I can do.”
I didn’t know what they were talking about, but my papa came out a few minutes later and said, “Benjamin. We are going for a little trip.”
I got up and took his hand and off we went. We walked a long time. Papa had to carry me a lot of the way. Finally, we approached a crowd of people. My papa took me around the edges of the crowd. I was too small to see what was happening, but Jesus was in the middle of the crowd.
My papa saw a couple of men and went up to talk to them. The crowd bustled loudly, and I couldn’t hear what they said. But they walked over to me, and put their hands on my head and began praying for me.
I woke up to find myself lying on the ground. Papa and the men looked at me in concern. Something kept happening to me, but I had no memory of it. I stood up, and the crowd grew quiet and parted, and that’s when I saw Jesus approaching. He smiled at me, and my heart warmed inside.
Then, my papa spoke to him. He seemed distressed. “Teacher, here is my son. He has a mute spirit, and wherever it seizes him, it throws him down; he foams at the mouth and gnashes his teeth.”
I looked up at my papa, trying to figure out what he was saying and whether he was really talking about me.
“I spoke to Your disciples, that they should cast it out, but they could not.”
Jesus answered, “O faithless generation, how long shall I be with you? How long shall I bear with you? Bring him to me.”
I looked up at Jesus. When our eyes met, I blacked out. Suddenly, I felt light. Then, I was looking down at myself. I lay on the ground. Jesus and my papa were bent over me. My papa was crying. Jesus calmly spoke to me. I floated a little higher.
“Then, I opened my eyes. Jesus held my hand and lifted me up. My papa grabbed me and clung to me very tightly, rocking me back and forth. I thought he was going to squeeze my insides out.”
My kids giggled at this, as they always did. Tears flowed down my wife’s face, as they always did.
“And that was the day I met Jesus! Now, off to bed with you!”
They scampered about, hugging me, and following the last-minute instructions from their mother. Then, they finally made their way to bed.
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