Peter and John went to pray one day, they met an old man on the way ay ay, silver and gold have I none said he, but such as I have give I unto thee. Rise up and walk.
Yesterday I was privileged to listen to a sermon on this very encounter. The man in the story did not have faith for healing. He had faith for what he had encountered for many years -scraps. Scraps of money, time, affirmation, food.
And yet that day he was healed. Leaping and jumping and praising God.
So much of many of our lives are lived much like this. Hoping for scraps. And really that is not what we were destined for.
There is so much more.
We have a mindset sometimes that we lock into for years and years. And then all of a sudden sometimes the light breaks in. And we can see.
And there is a time of feasting.
Being lame is innate to my name, Claudius – the lame one. Wounded healer.
What an absolute joy and jump to be able to gift healing in the physical sense. And sometimes even the emotional.
But true healing is a much deeper process that requires divinity.
And the amazing thing is that it IS available. And also one does not have to be ok with scraps, now put that in your peace pipe and take a long hard inhale.
Claudius was a very interesting fellow, conquered Britannia – the UK basically. To sojourn from Rome to Britannia in those days was quite a sojourn.