“We are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which He prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them” (Ephesians 2:10).
Jairus, a synagogue ruler, fell at Jesus’ feet and implored him to save his dying daughter. On the way to Jairus’ house, a crowd pressed against Jesus. A woman was there who suffered from an issue of bleeding for twelve long years. She came up behind Jesus and touched the hem of his garment. Immediately she was healed. Jesus’ asked who touched Him. Peter said, “Master, the crowds surround you and are pressing in on you!” But Jesus said, “Someone touched me, for power went out from me.” The woman came to Jesus trembling and falling down before Him confessing how she touched Him and was healed. Jesus said, “Daughter your faith has made you well; go in peace.”
While Jesus was speaking to her, someone from the ruler’s house reported, “Your daughter is dead; do not trouble the Teacher any more,” but Jesus told the ruler, “Do not be afraid; only believe.” He went into the room where the girl was with only her parents, Peter, James and John. He took her by the hand and said, ” Child, arise,” and she got up. Jesus directed the parents to give her something to eat (Luke 8:40-55).
THINK ABOUT IT
Jesus came to earth to serve: to heal the sick, raise the dead and teach about the Kingdom of God. He didn’t get stressed in His ministry, but allowed interruptions as in this event with Jairus–all for His purpose and glory. This is His workmanship, as each of us are.
A poem is the workmanship of the poet, but we are each God’s workmanship. A poem tells a story, and our lives do too. What kind of story do you tell the world? Does it reflect the work of Christ or something else?
PRAY ABOUT IT
Our Lord and Savior, we are the work of your hands. Help us to be your hands and feet on earth, following your example to reach out to others with your love and compassion. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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