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| Up ahead you see four people carrying a pallet upon which lies a man. He’s about 28 years old, but his eyes speak of a man much older. A man who has almost lost hope. They drop him off at the Gate called Beautiful. There he stretches out his hand and begs for money. A few people ahead of you stop and drop some coins into his hands, barely looking at him. “Sinner,” some of them sneer. What are you going to do? You finger the coins in your pocket. What are you going to do? Just up ahead are two men. There is nothing unusual about them, except that when the beggar asks them for alms, they stop. They really stop and look at him. More odd yet, they ask the man to look at them. He puts out his hand to them, more tentatively this time. You look at him for a moment. What do you see? You look at the two men. What do you see there? The taller man speaks, his voice cutting through the crowd noise like a trumpet. “I have no silver or gold, but what I have, I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, stand up and walk.” You catch your breath. The pressing throng stops as one. It seems like the whole world has heard his bold statement. The only sounds are birds in the trees. Peter moves toward the beggar and takes his hand and hoists him up. The lame man, his mouth open in astonishment, totters just once, then walks … then leaps in mid air. Continued... |
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