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I was riding on my bicycle going towards my friend's village in Jericho when I was accosted by robbers. I had left the Jerusalem gathering just before sunset and my fellow travelers were long gone. After five kilometers’ riding the deserted road had gone dark. In my heart I had already sensed the trouble ahead of me even before the shadowy figures encroached on my dark road.
The road was dark, but so was my heart. I felt guilty. A couple of weeks earlier, I had travelled another road to Jerusalem. I was in a group of ten men. We all had that obnoxious disease, called leprosy. I was a leper, and so were my nine buddies. But we had heard of a Man who could cure us.
Just as we approached Jerusalem from Samaria, the Man himself came to us. Word had already gone ahead of us, for people to avoid the road we were traveling on. So while everyone else hid from our presence, the Man himself came out to meet us. We didnt want to face the reproach of the elders, so while the Man was still some distance away, we cried out to him to heal us. He lifted his hand toward us and with an authoritative voice instructed us to go and present ourselves to the priests. We took this to mean that this Man was upset by our coming to seek him. But in obedience we turned around to go and face our penalty from the priests.
Suddenly we were healed, all ten of us! In a split second the leprosy was gone. Where once our skin had turned a sickly grayish-white, suddenly it was a healthy browny-black. We were healed!
We were so filled with joy, to the extent of even forgetting the instruction to go the priests. But one of us did, the ever so faithful and boring Stephen. He went and presented himself to the priests, and later on went back to look for the Man who had healed us. We later grouped back with Stephen, who told us of how disapointed the healer was of us, for not appreciating the grace extended to us.
Now as I traveled the dark Jericho road, I kept reprimanding myself on why I had not sought out the healer to show my appreciation. I had rationalized that after all I wasnt the only one who was guilty of an ungrateful heart. I was actually very grateful; I just didn’t have the time to look for priests and healers anymore. That had been my preoccupation ever since I had contracted that horrible disease a couple of years ago. But now I wasn’t a leper anymore and it was already planting season; and I needed to buy seed and hurry back home to prepare the land.
But now here I was all alone on that dark lonely road, with those stealthily evil figures looming right in front of me. In a flash I felt the clubbing, the booting, and the knifing and within a few minutes it was all over. They left me in a pile of dirt, sweat and blood. I could not move, could barely breathe and the pain so excruciating it was as if two hammers were knocking down my head. I lay there in my filth, vomit, urine and blood. I was dying and I knew it. Saved from leprosy to end up dying like this! Would it have made a diffirence if I had just spared an hour and gone back to thank the Man? Regrets were all I had, and it was now too late to do anything about them. I was dying.
How I made it through the night with all those howling scavengers, I will never know. As the morning broke up I could hear the voices of travelers passing down the road. I had heard that when one was approaching death, everything becomes numb except for the hearing which stays as clear as ever. So I could hear the travellers' voices, some whispering in astonishment of my misfortune. But none came near enough to help me. They whispered their own fears of getting involved, while promising to notify some authorities.
I was left for dead! I thought of that Man who had healed us. If only he could come. He would show compassion. He could at least pray for me so I could die in peace. I could also have the chance to ask for his forgiveness. My thoughts became so overwhelmed about meeting this Man again. Weakly, like old Jonah who had cried out from inside the belly of a fish, I cried for a chance to have that Man come by and speak words of comfort to my dying soul.
As my thoughts kept wondering, I must have slipped into a coma. For when I woke up, I was in a small local hospital bed. The nursing staff told me that I had been brought in two days ago. I had lost all my personal belongings to the robbers, but the Man who brought me in, knew me by my name, Samuel. He told them that He had earlier in the month healed me of leprosy. But on that day, He had heard me cry out for His help as He rose early for His morning prayers. He had walked most of the morning to find where my whisper was coming.
On the small table by my bedside was a small bible He had left for me. I reached out to feel its touch and inside was a small note. It read: "You are forgiven. I paid for your sins through my blood which was shed for you at Calvary".
Stories are based on Luke 10:25-37 & 17:12-19
On Blog page: http://agiema.blogspot.com/2016/11/forgiven.html
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