Ten Lepers Cleansed
11 Now it happened as He went to Jerusalem that He passed through the midst of Samaria and Galilee. 12 Then as He entered a certain village, there met Him ten men who were lepers, who stood afar off. 13 And they lifted uptheir voices and said, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!”
14 So when He saw them, He said to them, “Go, show yourselves to the priests.” And so it was that as they went, they were cleansed.
15 And one of them, when he saw that he was healed, returned, and with a loud voice glorified God, 16 and fell down on his face at His feet, giving Him thanks. And he was a Samaritan.
17 So Jesus answered and said, “Were there not ten cleansed? But where are the nine? 18 Were there not any found who returned to give glory to God except this foreigner?” 19 And He said to him, “Arise, go your way. Your faith has made you well.”
So often, when we get what we want from our Lord, when He shows us mercy by not giving us over to what we deserve, and he intercedes on our behalf, and makes clear our path, we forget to thank Him, for our hearts immediately revert to love of self, and not love of God.
Think of it as a teenager snatching money from his father’s hand, and going out to do something his father doesn’t approve, but he doesn’t care; he’s got what he wanted, and it cost him nothing.
In this story, it is the enemy of God who returns to give thanks to the Son of God, who in turn lays the glory of the miracle at the Father’s feet, but there is praise unheard, love not given, gratitude not felt by the other nine, for once they were healed, they forgot about the Healer, and the source of His power.
Yet our Father in Heaven says, “I will call them ‘my people’ who are not my people. (Hosea 2:23)
And yet the Word says, “The kingdom of Heaven will be of every tribe, tongue and nation.”
And we hate one another because of color, language, country of origin, and we make up reasons when we have none.
Many times did Jesus cross racial, cultural, and even gender boundaries in order to reach people; it is no wonder that Paul says, “I have been all things to all men.”
Therefore I pray:
Lord Jesus, I can tell myself that I don’t have your gift of speech, that I don’t possess your insights, your eternal wisdom, your capacity to love. I can tell myself that You were human, yet so much more.
But that’s what you tell me everyday, isn’t it? That I’m a child of God, every bit as precious to Him as You are, if I put my faith in You, in the power and holiness of your blood, and in the glory of Your resurrection, where we will be with each other again.
Help me, O Lord, to remember You in the good times, as well as the bad.
Let me praise You, O Lord, when my heart is cleansed from sin, and my flesh reflects it. Bring me under the anointing of Your blood Lord, that I might stand unwavering with You before the cock crows three times.
Help me to know that You arise with me in the morning, and go before me to clear the path of danger.
Teach me, Father, and help me to never be hesitant in expressing my thanks to You for cleansing me, a foreigner, not your people, whom your Son has graciously dealt with mercifully.
I will listen to Him, because in Him, You are well pleased.
I will glorify You for my cleansing by His stripes, His scars, and His Love.
I showed myself to Your High Priest, and He has proclaimed me well by my faith in Him.
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for bowing your lowly head, battered and pierced by thorns on every side, to listen to my cry,
“Lord Jesus, have mercy on me.”