When the Miracle Worker left their town it wasn't with great fanfare. Dawn the day after the last of the villagers were healed, he and his followers were gone. They'd left the small stable they'd housed themselves in with permission from its owner, in very good condition just the way they'd found it when they arrived. In fact, the owner would remark later when the villagers gathered to talk about the sudden, unexpected departure-- that it looked as if no one had ever been there. This statement made the Miracle Worker's short stay in their village seem even more surreal than the fact there wasn't a single person ill with any type of disease, sickness, or injury.
Maybe a few months after the Miracle Worker's visit the first cough herald a sickness, or perhaps it was the sudden, unexpected passing of middle-aged Jerem who died of something no one knew what, he'd gone in his sleep. The villagers knew then that while the Miracle Worker's healings were just that-- miracles, they weren't magical powers of endless health.
No, the painful joints of the aged didn't become painful again, and no chronic illness that had been taken away- returned. The three beggars known as being possessed by evil spirits, did not lose their touch with reality again. Time moved on and with it, the introduction of everyday illnesses and injuries began as they were wont to do.
Now, a year later the stranger had appeared seeking the Miracle Worker.
"She's resting now, the poor dear," Samera said, as she stepped outside. The young man, along with his elder moved to stand up from the bench they'd been sitting upon when the woman opened the door.
"Do you know who she is? Where she is from? And why she wants the Miracle Worker?" The old man asked his questions hurriedly, rubbing a hand along his bearded jaw.
Shaking her head, Samera moved past the two in front of her and sat down on the bench they'd just vacated. "No and no, but she did mumble something about her husband - it wasn't clear enough to understand. She's not fully conscious. If I had to venture a guess I'd say she's been walking at least as far as Askalon, and in this heat. It's a wonder she's alive. She doesn't even have a water bag with her, and no food whatsoever."
"She'll be okay, yes?" The young man asked.
"We are hopeful," Samera replied. "Very hopeful. Why don't you two run along, I'm sure you've lots to do and have wasted half your morning just hanging about here."
"I wouldn't call it a waste…" the older of the two men began to protest.
"I would and so would your families who I'm sure are counting on you to do your chores and whatnot. Now off with you, it isn't as if there is anything here you can do," Samera scolded, but without any ire. She knew the men were filled with concern over the stranger in their midst. "Go on, I'll get word to you when she wakes."
Reluctantly the pair left their vigil and parted to go about their separate duties. What they continued to share were thoughts of the Miracle Worker, both of them wondering how they might go about finding Him.
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2Co 4:18 While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.
Maybe a few months after the Miracle Worker's visit the first cough herald a sickness, or perhaps it was the sudden, unexpected passing of middle-aged Jerem who died of something no one knew what, he'd gone in his sleep. The villagers knew then that while the Miracle Worker's healings were just that-- miracles, they weren't magical powers of endless health.
No, the painful joints of the aged didn't become painful again, and no chronic illness that had been taken away- returned. The three beggars known as being possessed by evil spirits, did not lose their touch with reality again. Time moved on and with it, the introduction of everyday illnesses and injuries began as they were wont to do.
Now, a year later the stranger had appeared seeking the Miracle Worker.
"She's resting now, the poor dear," Samera said, as she stepped outside. The young man, along with his elder moved to stand up from the bench they'd been sitting upon when the woman opened the door.
"Do you know who she is? Where she is from? And why she wants the Miracle Worker?" The old man asked his questions hurriedly, rubbing a hand along his bearded jaw.
Shaking her head, Samera moved past the two in front of her and sat down on the bench they'd just vacated. "No and no, but she did mumble something about her husband - it wasn't clear enough to understand. She's not fully conscious. If I had to venture a guess I'd say she's been walking at least as far as Askalon, and in this heat. It's a wonder she's alive. She doesn't even have a water bag with her, and no food whatsoever."
"She'll be okay, yes?" The young man asked.
"We are hopeful," Samera replied. "Very hopeful. Why don't you two run along, I'm sure you've lots to do and have wasted half your morning just hanging about here."
"I wouldn't call it a waste…" the older of the two men began to protest.
"I would and so would your families who I'm sure are counting on you to do your chores and whatnot. Now off with you, it isn't as if there is anything here you can do," Samera scolded, but without any ire. She knew the men were filled with concern over the stranger in their midst. "Go on, I'll get word to you when she wakes."
Reluctantly the pair left their vigil and parted to go about their separate duties. What they continued to share were thoughts of the Miracle Worker, both of them wondering how they might go about finding Him.
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2Co 4:18 While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.