Point Of View (POV) Of the healed from Jesus
Mark 3: 1-5- POV of the healed
life had never been easy for as long as I've known. Being death and mute since birth meant I couldn't do anything near normal. I was useless, no ever said it- not like I could hear it any way- but I could still see it on everyone’s faces, I could see it on my own mothers face. No one bothered trying to teaching me anything besides having no friends outside of the family didn't help. I was only good for labor, nothing better, I couldn't provide enough for my family. When my family heard of the healing profit, they we’re more than ecstatic. I wasn't aware of the messiah at the time but they did explain after wards.
Being healed from this curse was more than a gaining of tongue and hearing it was a spiritually journey, becoming aware of the might and power of the lord and Holy Spirit. Everything happened quickly, once my father and brother learnt of the messiah’s arrival they rushed me to his presence. His presence was enough to make a man feel better. He had such a confidence and patience to him that any human would crave. I was taken aside by the man, feeling his presence more prominently. The man placed his fingers in my ears, having a spirit wash over me, he then proceeding in spitting and placing his finger on my tongue. It was in this moment I heard my first word “ephphatha” a foreign yet fitting word to me. A true power flew through me,, a feeling of freedom filling me up. I mouthed words I had once heard my mother say, and although it was an unknown feeling I heard. I heard the crowd not far off , the breathe of my lungs, it was almost over whelming.
After that experience, I live my life as much as I can. I learn as much as I can, talk even more and most of all thank the lord Jesus on the grace he placed on my life.
life had never been easy for as long as I've known. Being death and mute since birth meant I couldn't do anything near normal. I was useless, no ever said it- not like I could hear it any way- but I could still see it on everyone’s faces, I could see it on my own mothers face. No one bothered trying to teaching me anything besides having no friends outside of the family didn't help. I was only good for labor, nothing better, I couldn't provide enough for my family. When my family heard of the healing profit, they we’re more than ecstatic. I wasn't aware of the messiah at the time but they did explain after wards.
Being healed from this curse was more than a gaining of tongue and hearing it was a spiritually journey, becoming aware of the might and power of the lord and Holy Spirit. Everything happened quickly, once my father and brother learnt of the messiah’s arrival they rushed me to his presence. His presence was enough to make a man feel better. He had such a confidence and patience to him that any human would crave. I was taken aside by the man, feeling his presence more prominently. The man placed his fingers in my ears, having a spirit wash over me, he then proceeding in spitting and placing his finger on my tongue. It was in this moment I heard my first word “ephphatha” a foreign yet fitting word to me. A true power flew through me,, a feeling of freedom filling me up. I mouthed words I had once heard my mother say, and although it was an unknown feeling I heard. I heard the crowd not far off , the breathe of my lungs, it was almost over whelming.
After that experience, I live my life as much as I can. I learn as much as I can, talk even more and most of all thank the lord Jesus on the grace he placed on my life.