Christian Articles Archive
A Leper's Thanksgiving
by Dr. Ralph F. Wilson
Print this Page
Free Email Bible Study 
Life of Jacob
Ten men silhouetted along the low ridge called to the leader of
a small band below: "Jesus, Master, have mercy on us."
Bartholomew glanced up. Lepers, he thought. Ragged, pitiable lepers.
From the time their skin disease was diagnosed, they were cut
off from society, forced to live on their own in caves or huts
away from towns. A fortunate few had relatives who would leave
food for them, but many had no one. They weren't allowed close
enough to beg for a living. Ragged, thin, rejected. Lepers. Even
the word spoke an icy finality.
"Have mercy on us!"
Their pleading cut through Bart's thoughts. Jesus was cupping
his hands now, and calling across the low valley which lay between
the road and the ridge where the lepers stood. His voice rang
out sharp and compelling in the stillness of the morning.
"Go! Show yourselves to the priests!"
The lepers looked at each other. You only went to the priests
if your leprosy was gone. Only the priests could issue a clean
bill of health so you could return to your family.
As they held up their decayed limbs, they were asking, "Why
go unless we're healed?" They looked over to Jesus again,
but he was conversing with Peter and John, and they didn't catch
his eyes.
But then Bart heard a shout, a cry of exaltation, a loud eerie
call that filled the valley and bounced off the hills: "I'm
healed! I'm whole. My leprosy is gone! It's gone!"
Bart looked around in time to catch a smile at the corners of
Jesus' mouth. The healing hadn't occurred as the lepers stood
looking and wondering. It had taken place as they had begun to
obey Jesus' words. "As they went" they
were healed.
Suddenly a lone figure broke from the circle of rejoicing ex-lepers.
He bounded over the little creek and raced towards them, rags
fluttering behind him. He sped toward Jesus and then landed on
his knees before the Master in a cloud of fine dust.
He spoke just a phrase -- "Thank you, Master" -- in
a sort of broken accent, the accent of Samaria. Then he just knelt
there sobbing.
Jesus spoke now, not really to the leper, but beyond him somehow,
as if to the whole world. "Were not all ten cleansed? Where
are the other nine? Was no one found to return and give praise
to God except this foreigner?"
Bart's mind spun. He thought of the countless times God had answered
his prayers, provided for his family, given him work, healed his
sickly daughter. How often had he really said "Thanks"?
Too often he had taken these blessings for granted, rejoicing
in his good fortune, but seldom racing back to the Giver with
a word of heartfelt thanks on his lips.
As the man knelt, Jesus' hand instinctively rested on his head,
blessing, and at the same time stroking and smoothing the tangles
left from years of sojourn. Jesus wept as he caressed the man's
head, tears making rivulets down his cheeks into his beard.
Bart looked up. The leper band was now heading off towards the
priests' village. They had received physical healing, indeed,
but the man at Jesus' feet had received a healing of his whole
person. As Jesus helped him up, he said, "Rise and go. Your
faith has made you whole."
The newly-whole Samaritan embraced Jesus. Then they stood there
for a moment looking at one another -- smile meeting smile. The
gift of healing had sent him the message of God's love, but thanks
had brought him home.
This is a fictional retelling of the story found in Luke 17:11-17.
Copyright © 1985-2009 Ralph F. Wilson. <pastor
joyfulheart.com> All rights reserved. A single copy of this article is free. Do not put this on a website. See legal, copyright, and reprint information.
Christmas Incarnation
