While Jesus was in one of the towns, a man came along who was covered with leprosy. When he saw Jesus, he fell with his face to the ground and begged him, “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!” And immediately the leprosy left him.
The man said “If you are willing …”
The man who had already seen more-or-less who Jesus was.
The man who lived on the outside, never belonging, never valued, never acknowledged or given worth.
This was the highest he had ever lifted his head. This was the loudest he had ever raised his voice. This was the most public he had ever placed himself. The boldest, the brashest. He was fearless and intrepid. This was the most attention he had ever drawn. All eyes on him and his diseased worn frame. This was the closest he had ever got to a person who was not ill in quite sometime and he took the risk because the man he was drawn to was the most human thing he ever saw. And there in the eyes of this brazen humanity was the love and the forgiveness of God himself.
He had a hunch, he had come to believe, it had occurred to him quite often of late, from the snippets of story he had heard and any scripture he ever knew, that this man might just be willing, where no one else had cared.
The man said “If you are willing…?” and Jesus said “I am.”
With a stretching of the arm and an opening of the hand: I am.
Jesus said “I am willing …”
When the man got up from the dust of the ground his skin was clean and smooth. His skin and his body and his soul were healed in the place where his own willingness had met the willingness of God.
At hope’s end. Too tired to remember the right things to think, feel and believe. When it seems like we’re speaking from the outside, to an audience of none, we’re asking Jesus if he’s willing, then he answers, “I am willing” and we meet him in the place where our willingness collides.
Today I’m sharing my post on Five Minute Friday, a weekly link up from mom blogger Lisa-Jo Baker.
What is Five Minute Friday?
We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that I post here at 1 minute past midnight EST ever Friday. And we connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
Today’s prompt is, ‘WILLING’