Read Mark 1:29-31
I unearthed my Bible. It doesn’t take long for it to get buried, a day or two of mail coming in or kids’ books being moved around and it’s out of sight, out of mind. Then the world starts feeling frantic, tensions mount, and chaos begins intruding. I stop about wondering what happened to my cozy little world and how such small things can make it seem so chaotic. Then I remember. And I dig out the Bible.
I feel weight lifted off my shoulders, I feel my lungs fully inflate.
God’s Word is alive and active and I know this to be true, because I have experienced it so many times in my life.
And I’ve neglected it so many times.
Instead of heading straight to it when life gets crazy, I stack bills on top of it.
Today, I read the tiny, short little story of when Jesus healed Peter’s mother-in-law. He took her hand, helped her sit up, and the fever suddenly left. Poof. Gone. Beth Moore points out, “Christ could have healed [her] from the front porch. He didn’t. He came to her and drew down close. After all, she was in no position to help herself.”
That is exactly how I felt when I cracked open the Bible this morning. Like I invited Christ in off the porch. He drew down close, and I felt better immediately. My life issues didn’t magically resolve themselves. Nothing tangible changed in the slightest. But I remembered who was in charge. And that he cares. He really cares enough to get in close and equip me to get up and begin serving.