“The RoseBouquet”

I see two lessons in this passage right off. First when Jesus came into Peter’s house, He found Peter’s mother-in-law sick in bed with a fever. Jesus touched her hand, and the fever left her, and she got up and began to wait on the guests.

This is the main reason we experience Jesus’ healing touch on our lives too. We ought to rise up and serve Him. It can mean providing meals for those under the same roof, or it can mean any other work that we feel prompted to do for Christ.

Secondly, by evening the word had filtered into the community that Jesus healed people, and as the Sabbath was considered over at sundown, that’s when people began to arrive with their sick folk, including the demon-possessed. Jesus drove out the evil spirits with a word, and healed all the sick.

“This was to fulfill what was spoken through the prophet Isaiah: ‘He took up our infirmities and carried our diseases.‘” (vs.17)

It doesn’t say whether someone that evening exclaimed, “Hey, this reminds me of the prophecy in Isaiah!” Or, if Jesus pointed out that He was doing what it foretold, or whether Matthew just wanted to make sure we get it when he wrote the narrative, but yes, it does fulfill that prophecy about Jesus, confirming that He is the true Messiah, the Saviour we all long for.

So what are we waiting for? If we need healing, let’s go to Jesus and ask for it. It’s something He does! Once we are healed, let’s rise up and serve Jesus.

PRAYER: Dear Jesus, I’m afraid we’ve often got so hung up on explaining Your miracles, that we forget to simply ask You to heal us, or to solve our problems. Isaiah said that You would take up our infirmities (weaknesses) and carry our diseases. Nor do You do this reluctantly, do You?

Okay, Lord, there are some things I find hard to bear. They hinder me from serving You most wholeheartedly. Let me tell You…

+++++Jesus is my King+++++Jesus is my King+++++

Blessings on you Today!
Ruth Marlene Friesen

P.S. I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses, and the voice I hear, falling on my ear…. Ruthe’s Secret Roses, my novel, illustrates that dear song!