The title of this post is part of what I wrote in my Bible on October 13, 2004 about Mark 2:1-5. I was reminded of it in this Sunday’s sermon which included the passages in Mark 2:1-12 in a dramatic reading.
1 When [Jesus] had come back to Capernaum several days afterward, it was heard that He was at home.
2 And many were gathered together, so that there was no longer room, not even near the door; and He was speaking the word to them.
3 And they came, bringing to Him a paralytic, carried by four men.
4 Being unable to get to Him because of the crowd, they removed the roof above Him; and when they had dug an opening, they let down the pallet on which the paralytic was lying.
5 And Jesus seeing their faith said to the paralytic, “Son, your sins are forgiven.”
Imagine it. Amazing, determined, faith-filled friends who destroyed a roof rather than give-up. Those men (two, three, four, more) hoped and believed Jesus could heal their paralyzed friend, and they weren’t going to let a crowd or a little geography stop them. They climbed onto the roof of a house and made a hole big enough to lower a man on a pallet through.
That had to take some time. Probably bloodied some knuckles.
Maybe the owner of the house was shouting at them, telling them to stop.
Imagine Jesus looking up, knowing what was happening, knowing the lesson that was about to be taught, not only to His disciples and other followers, but to the scribes who were about to accuse Him of blasphemy after He told the paralytic his sins were forgiven.
I’m thankful to God for the amazing, determined, faith-filled friends in my life. And I want to be an amazing, determined, faith-filled friend in return. It is unlikely I will ever have to tear away a roof for one of them, but I believe I’m called to get carpet-burn on my knees in prayer for them.