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The Savior at the Spa.
By Hal Steenson October 21
“… ‘Rise, take up your bed and walk.’” John 5:8
He had been there so long, lying beside the Bethesda’s legendary pool, along with all the sick and frail that were waiting around for the angel who, according to tradition, stirred the water.
He knew his chance of reaching the water before anyone else did was almost out of the question. Nevertheless, he had been sick for 38 years; and he was desperate, despite knowing the facts about the pool.
There was only one pool. There would only be one angel to stir the water, and no one knew when it would happen. He was conscious of the fact that he had to be the first person into the water. He had to be first, because there would only be one healing.
His problem was insurmountable, because his affliction would restrain any speedy movement toward the pool. He was also dreadfully aware that the others wouldn’t help him into the water, either, lest they forfeit their own opportunity to be healed. So as he surveyed Bethesda—the source of recovery for him—he was overwhelmed with despair.
But from the despair of his deathbed, he heard a voice speaking to him; and looking up, he saw someone standing in front of him, looking down with unspeakable compassion. What had he asked him? Did he say, “Do you want to be made well?”
“Sir, I have no man to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up; but while I am coming, another steps down before me,” he answered.
The stranger spoke again, with authority. “Rise, take up your bed and walk.”
He didn’t know exactly why he reacted so quickly, but without questioning him, he got up anyway. And as he got up, immediately he was made whole, took up his bed, and walked!
As he walked away from the pool with his bedroll under his arm, he was confronted by the Jews who told him in no uncertain terms that it was unlawful to carry his bed on the Sabbath! But “He answered them, ‘He who made me well said to me, “Take up your bed and walk.”’”
He remembered the question the man had asked him, and then he remembered what the man had told him to do. And now he knew he was healed! He knew he no longer needed the pool. He knew he no longer needed the people’s help. He knew his problem was gone.
He also knew the first thing he was going to do was go to the temple to worship God, because it was the Sabbath, and it had been years since he had been there! And that’s where he found out that the Savior at the spa was Jesus.
So he departed, found the Jews, and told them that Jesus had made him whole. It was Jesus, not the pool, which healed him of 38 years of infirmity. It was Jesus, not the people, who had helped him.
As he headed toward his home and family, he pondered everything that had just happened. He had looked to several different things as his source for healing and help, when all he really needed was this Man, Jesus, who is the source of all things.l.
The Savior at the Spa.
By Hal Steenson October 21
“… ‘Rise, take up your bed and walk.’” John 5:8
He had been there so long, lying beside the Bethesda’s legendary pool, along with all the sick and frail that were waiting around for the angel who, according to tradition, stirred the water.
He knew his chance of reaching the water before anyone else did was almost out of the question. Nevertheless, he had been sick for 38 years; and he was desperate, despite knowing the facts about the pool.
There was only one pool. There would only be one angel to stir the water, and no one knew when it would happen. He was conscious of the fact that he had to be the first person into the water. He had to be first, because there would only be one healing.
His problem was insurmountable, because his affliction would restrain any speedy movement toward the pool. He was also dreadfully aware that the others wouldn’t help him into the water, either, lest they forfeit their own opportunity to be healed. So as he surveyed Bethesda—the source of recovery for him—he was overwhelmed with despair.
But from the despair of his deathbed, he heard a voice speaking to him; and looking up, he saw someone standing in front of him, looking down with unspeakable compassion. What had he asked him? Did he say, “Do you want to be made well?”
“Sir, I have no man to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up; but while I am coming, another steps down before me,” he answered.
The stranger spoke again, with authority. “Rise, take up your bed and walk.”
He didn’t know exactly why he reacted so quickly, but without questioning him, he got up anyway. And as he got up, immediately he was made whole, took up his bed, and walked!
As he walked away from the pool with his bedroll under his arm, he was confronted by the Jews who told him in no uncertain terms that it was unlawful to carry his bed on the Sabbath! But “He answered them, ‘He who made me well said to me, “Take up your bed and walk.”’”
He remembered the question the man had asked him, and then he remembered what the man had told him to do. And now he knew he was healed! He knew he no longer needed the pool. He knew he no longer needed the people’s help. He knew his problem was gone.
He also knew the first thing he was going to do was go to the temple to worship God, because it was the Sabbath, and it had been years since he had been there! And that’s where he found out that the Savior at the spa was Jesus.
So he departed, found the Jews, and told them that Jesus had made him whole. It was Jesus, not the pool, which healed him of 38 years of infirmity. It was Jesus, not the people, who had helped him.
As he headed toward his home and family, he pondered everything that had just happened. He had looked to several different things as his source for healing and help, when all he really needed was this Man, Jesus, who is the source of all things.l.
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
The Savior at the Spa.
By Hal Steenson October 21
“… ‘Rise, take up your bed and walk.’” John 5:8
He had been there so long, lying beside the Bethesda’s legendary pool, along with all the sick and frail that were waiting around for the angel who, according to tradition, stirred the water.
He knew his chance of reaching the water before anyone else did was almost out of the question. Nevertheless, he had been sick for 38 years; and he was desperate, despite knowing the facts about the pool.
There was only one pool. There would only be one angel to stir the water, and no one knew when it would happen. He was conscious of the fact that he had to be the first person into the water. He had to be first, because there would only be one healing.
His problem was insurmountable, because his affliction would restrain any speedy movement toward the pool. He was also dreadfully aware that the others wouldn’t help him into the water, either, lest they forfeit their own opportunity to be healed. So as he surveyed Bethesda—the source of recovery for him—he was overwhelmed with despair.
But from the despair of his deathbed, he heard a voice speaking to him; and looking up, he saw someone standing in front of him, looking down with unspeakable compassion. What had he asked him? Did he say, “Do you want to be made well?”
“Sir, I have no man to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up; but while I am coming, another steps down before me,” he answered.
The stranger spoke again, with authority. “Rise, take up your bed and walk.”
He didn’t know exactly why he reacted so quickly, but without questioning him, he got up anyway. And as he got up, immediately he was made whole, took up his bed, and walked!
As he walked away from the pool with his bedroll under his arm, he was confronted by the Jews who told him in no uncertain terms that it was unlawful to carry his bed on the Sabbath! But “He answered them, ‘He who made me well said to me, “Take up your bed and walk.”’”
He remembered the question the man had asked him, and then he remembered what the man had told him to do. And now he knew he was healed! He knew he no longer needed the pool. He knew he no longer needed the people’s help. He knew his problem was gone.
He also knew the first thing he was going to do was go to the temple to worship God, because it was the Sabbath, and it had been years since he had been there! And that’s where he found out that the Savior at the spa was Jesus.
So he departed, found the Jews, and told them that Jesus had made him whole. It was Jesus, not the pool, which healed him of 38 years of infirmity. It was Jesus, not the people, who had helped him.
As he headed toward his home and family, he pondered everything that had just happened. He had looked to several different things as his source for healing and help, when all he really needed was this Man, Jesus, who is the source of all things.l.
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