Part
of their plan was to discredit the miracle itself, but the only way to do that
was to get testimony from someone who could prove the healed man was not really
who he said he was. So they called his
parents to testify. They answered the first
two questions with ease: “Yes, he is our son,” and “Yes, he was born blind.” They got a bit evasive on the third question,
though. That was the “How can he now
see?” one. Instead of speculating and
maybe getting themselves into hot water with the council, they said, “He’s of
age. Ask him.”
And
if you ever wonder whether or not kids are listening to the sermon, let me
assure you, they probably hear more than you think. They are just incredible multi-taskers. Right after I read their answer, one of the
boys blurted out, “So they just threw him under the bus!” Hadn’t thought of it exactly in those terms,
but that’s exactly what they did. So I agreed
with the assessment wholeheartedly. The
youngster beamed with delight. I guess
because I didn’t just tell him to be quiet.
Now that I think back on it, that would have been a great opportunity to
say something like, “Aren’t you glad God doesn’t throw us under the bus?” I’ll have to remember that one.
Deuteronomy
31:7-8 says, “Then Moses summoned Joshua
and said to him in the presence of all Israel, ‘Be strong and courageous, for
you must go with this people into the land that the Lord swore to their
forefathers to give them, and you must divide it among them as their inheritance.
The Lord himself goes before you and
will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do
not be discouraged.’”
Father,
thank you for that “never leave you nor forsake you,” promise. That’s the same as saying “I’ll never throw
you under the bus,” isn’t it? Can we get
in on some of that as well? I know I’m
not Joshua, but sometimes I feel his fear and discouragement. And who doesn’t need encouragement? Amen.
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