No One Cared
He wondered how it would feel to walk, to stand up, have your head so far off the ground. The few times someone had held him up it was very frightening. He preferred his mat on the ground and his head close to the ground as well.
He had never walked, not in all of his thirty-eight years. He remembered his father yelling at him to walk when he was very small, holding him up and demanding that he walk, then letting him go and his lifeless legs crumbling beneath him.
That was a long time ago. His father and an older brother had brought him to the pool and just left him when he was very young. He was younger than most of the children now playing around the pool. Those years were dim, almost unreal.
The kind lady who had taken him home on the third day she found him still by the pool, begging for something to eat and crying with tears greater than the pool, had died a couple of years later, but those had been good years. She kept him clean, fed him enough to grow on and brought him often to the pool hoping that he might be healed.
He had not been healed and she had died. He crawled now more than half a mile to get to the pool; his legs were covered with scars and now calloused with the years of moving across the stone street. No one notice him now, he was a fixture like the stone pillars around the pool. The children played around him, the people moved him away from the edge so that they could get in first, but no one really noticed him.
He understood the rules but wonder why the rules? Why the first one in and why only when the water was stirred. They said it was the touch of an angel but in all of his years he had never seen an angel. But he still came, what else was there to do? Not coming meant no hope and without hope there is no life.
He had never seen this man before, he came with directness toward him and many others followed after him, who was he, and what could he want with him a lame beggar? He said the strangest thing, “Sir, would thou be made whole?” No one had ever called him sir; no one had ever asked him what he wished for, who was this man?
Such a strange question, why else would he be here if he did not want to be made whole, what was this; was he and his friends going to make fun of him? ‘I have no one!” he said, “no one to put me in the water when it stirs.” The man looked through his soul and said, “Pick up your mat and walk.” What was he to do? What? Walk of course.
(Of course you know the story from John 5:1-9) If you are reading this outside the USA, please email me and let me know how you found us. firstname.lastname@example.org