For in Christ lives all the fullness of God in a human body. So you also are complete through your union with Christ, who is the head over every ruler and authority. –Colossians 2:9 & 10, NLT
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As the LORD, the God of Israel, lives, whom I serve, there will be neither dew nor rain in the next few years except at my word. –1 Kings 17:1, NIV Oh, Debby. If you weren’t so stationary. If you’d drop your rain and bother us for only a moment.
Part I
Part 2 Some see worth as having gathered the greatest amount of resources in an average seventy-year span. Others see worth as achieving all your goals in an average seventy-year run. Even others see worth as having the best bankable body. Still others see worth as letting their conscience drive their actions- and not subjected under the control of the state. If one has already figured it out, worth will never be defined the same way by two different people. It changes depending on who you ask, or who you are. Part 1
This man had literary nothing. His social status –if he had one- was tarnished due to sickness, thus rendering him useless for society. He was lost in pain, pity and despair. In thirty-eight years, his physical impotence never attained any kind of social worth: the world saw him as worthless. Not that he was the only one in such a pickle- everybody in that pool must’ve felt that way. It is never easy for a person to continue living after his body has succumbed into sickness. One can adjust, but life will never be the same. Even then, this man succumbed to an even worse fate: self-depreciation. Instead of a railway for glory, his torment (or so he thought) became a trap to his psyche. He felt like the Israelites on the road to Canaan: so distressed were they upon learning the notions of freedom, their comfort was berothed in become in becoming slaves again. Likewise, he was so uncomfortable of observing the responsibilities of a healed man, that he used his affliction as some sort of distorted refuge. Once there was a paralytic near an ancient Bethesda pool. He wasn’t the only crippled man, though: the lame, sick, blind, and everyone with some sort of physical illness were present. As some came from nearby, others hailed from afar, but everybody came there for one thing and only one thing. They waited…and waited…and waited…for the waters to move: to move for healing.
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