July 9
The Centurian’s Servant
When he entered Capernaum, a centurion came to him, appealing to
him and saying, “Lord, my servant is lying at home paralyzed, in
terrible distress.” And he said to him, “I will come and cure him.” The centurion
answered, “Lord, I am not worthy to have you come under my roof; but only speak
the word, and my servant will be healed. For I also am a man under
authority, with soldiers under me; and I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes, and to
another, ‘Come,’ and he comes, and to my slave, ‘Do this,’ and the slave does
it.” When Jesus heard him, he was amazed and said to those who followed
him, “Truly I tell you, in no one in Israel have I found such
faith. I tell you, many will come from east and west and will eat with
Abraham and Isaac and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven, while the
heirs of the kingdom will be thrown into the outer darkness, where there will
be weeping and gnashing of teeth.” And to the centurion Jesus said, “Go;
let it be done for you according to your faith.” And the servant was healed in
that hour.
Matthew 8:5-13
Sometimes
faith comes from unexpected places. The
last place that anyone would have expected to find a man of humility and hope
and faith was in the leader of the forces who were occupying and oppressing the
children of God. Maybe the centurian was
raised with a deep belief in the supernatural.
Maybe he had connections to the Jewish faith wherever he had come
from. Maybe he was just a man who
recognized power when he saw it.
Whatever
the case, the centurian knew approaching a Jewish man, no matter what kind of
reputation He had, and asking for a favor would make him look weak and
vulnerable to his peers and his men. The
reward was worth the risk because a member of his household was beyond the
level of medicine that was available and Jesus was the only hope of his
restoration. The centurian knew power
and knew authority and knew that all things were subject to Jesus. It would only take a word and God could set
things right.
Where
do you learn faith? I had a great
example from my parents. I had
outstanding mentors and teachers in college and my early years in ministry. I married an incredible woman of faith. I studied scripture and saw who Jesus is and
what He invites us into and how God is at work in a fallen and broken world. I know a lot about God. But that is not faith.
Faith
is what our children have in us. Of
course Mom and Dad will be there when I call.
Of course they will feed me. Of
course they will take care of me when I get hurt. When my son was little, he would walk on my
bed and when he came to the edge, he would just dive off. He did not look to see if I was there or
check to make sure that I was ready. He
would leap and laugh and I would catch him and swing him back onto the bed to
go again. That is faith. The fun and the freedom and the belief that
your Father is always watching out for you and will not let you fall.
Did
mom and dad being around mean that he never got hurt or that things never went
wrong? Of course not. There were accidents and injuries and
sicknesses because that is the world we live in and it is part of growing
up. But the pain did not invalidate the
belief that my son had. Sometimes
parents prevent bad things from happening and sometimes they are to be there to
provide comfort and healing after the bad things occur.
My
faith in my Heavenly Father tends to be so fragile.
It is so dependent on whether life is hard right now or not. I forget that God is good when my
circumstances are challenging. I forget
about all the ways that God has taken care of me when my bank account gets
small or the drama in the house gets big.
What I need in those times are pictures of faith to remind me how to
trust in God…and often they come from unexpected sources.
Like
a soldier commander who humbles himself or a 3 year old autistic boy who
embodies what it means to trust your father.
A moment to reflect:
Who has
modeled great faith for you?
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