When Jesus came down from the mountainside, large crowds followed him. A man with leprosy came and knelt before him and said, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.”
Jesus
reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he
said. “Be clean!” Immediately he was cleansed of his
leprosy. Then Jesus said to him, “See that you don’t tell
anyone. But go, show yourself to the priest and offer the gift Moses
commanded, as a testimony to them.” (Matthew 8:1-4)
After
reading Matthew Henry’s commentary on this passage decades go, I just can’t get
over “Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man.” Lepers weren’t to
be touched. Doing so made one unclean,
and a procedure had to be followed to be clean again. Scripture doesn’t say
Jesus followed it, but there’s no real reason to think He didn’t. But the
description of leprosy – as it existed at the time – is such that most people
wouldn’t want to touch a victim. Maybe this victim wasn’t as gruesome as some,
but given that I’m not one who touches others, and being squeamish, I’m in awe
that Jesus could touch the leper.
It
could have been years since anyone touched the man. What’s more, it’s possible
that the means by which the man communicated love was through touch. Or, he
simply needed what he had been denied for some time. Yesterday, I challenged those who visit my Facebook
wall to be honest with themselves in considering what their soul needs. This
guy needed to be healed, but Jesus could have done that from ten miles away, blindfolded,
and with his hands tied behind his back. So the touching probably had nothing
to do with eliminating leprosy from the man’s body. The man needed to be
touched. It restored his humanity in a way nothing else could have.
As much as I want God to miraculously
fix my refrigerator and inspire my story, He doesn’t seem willing to do that. That
doesn’t mean the refrigerator won’t be fixed or replaced, and that I won’t figure
out what to do with my story. But He could do that from ten miles away,
blindfolded, and with both hands tied behind his back. The point is not about
the refrigerator or the story – it’s about doing something in my life that
restores my humanity (or yours) – that creates
His image in us. That’s His touch – in whatever form He chooses.
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