He walked everywhere he went and ate whatever was available. His diet was not extravagant but simplistic. He never owned a home, although he did visit some of the finest homes in the land.
At times he would be on a lonely hillside praying. He often arrived before midnight and stayed until the break of the day. He didn’t pray to impress others. Instead, his words came from the heart. Usually, he was petitioning God for the need of others.
Some followers witness him walking on the sea. Who was this man who could step on the crest of the waves? His friends didn’t recognize him. Only his voice identified his presence.
Another time, after a long day, he fell asleep in a boat while it tossed about in a storm. When awakened by fearful companions, he stood and commanded the wind and the waves to be still. Still, they were. In contrast, he rebuked the boat’s occupants. Why are you so fearful? I’m here with you.
On shore, he was able to heal the sick and cleanse the lepers, causing the deaf to hear and the mute to speak.
While holding the attention of crowds for days, he could pray and multiply a few loaves of bread to feed the audience of thousands. Mud was his ointment of choice for a blind man to see.
He was always giving, making everything better and people whole. He just had that way about him. He was always caring for others.
Maybe we should follow his example. We may be unable to make the blind see or the lame walk; however, we can get alone on our hillside or in our closet and pray for others.
We can encourage the disadvantaged and give of our time to comfort the hurting. That’s what Jesus would have us do.
