Waiting to Be Healed
Some men came along carrying a paralytic on a mat. They were trying to bring him in and lay him before Jesus; but they found no way of getting him through because of the crowd, so they went up on the roof. There they let him down with his mat through the tiles into the middle of the crowd before Jesus. Seeing their faith, Jesus said, “My friend, your sins are forgiven you.” (Lk 5:18-20)
Imagine the poor homeowner having people climbing around on his roof. But the paralytic’s condition was so pathetic that the men carrying him had no other choice.
How much of my life have I spent lying on my mat, paralyzed by my own insecurities, frustrations, and inadequacies? How many times have I wished someone would come along, hoist me up, and drop me down through the roof so that Jesus could cure me of my disease? God does send people and circumstances meant to hoist up my mat and lower me through the roof at the feet of my Lord. Unfortunately, my own lack of faith often renders their hands ineffectual. My own restlessness prohibits me from recognizing their approach.
Mary, you must have seen the crippled and diseased laying on their mats as you walked through the streets of Nazareth. I imagine that many, many times you stopped, stooped down, and offered them some form of comfort. Come and offer me comfort as I lay on my own mat.