The Boy and The Evil Spirit

It began with an argument.

Some of the 12 were fighting with teachers of the law.

Suddenly a man shouted! “Look, there He is! That is Jesus coming our way!”

I looked up, and surely it was Jesus, walking up to us in the crowd.

We were so overwhelmed and in wonderment to see Him!

What are you arguing with them about?” Jesus asked.

A man yelled out.

“Teacher! I brought you my son, who is possessed by a spirit! It has robbed him of his speech! Whenever it seizes my boy, it throws him to the ground! My son foams at the mouth, gnashes his teeth and becomes rigid. I asked your disciples to drive out this spirit, but they could not.”

Oh unbelieving generation,” Jesus replied, “how long shall I stay with you? How long shall I put up with you? Bring the boy to me.

Suddenly the boy began to jerk and go into convulsions. The evil spirit inside him recognized that it was Jesus approaching. The boy fell to the ground and rolled around, foaming at the mouth.

How long has he been like this?” Jesus asked the father.

“Since childhood! It has often tried to kill him by throwing him into water or fire! But please! If you can do anything, take pity on us and help us.”

IF you can?” said Jesus. “ Everything is possible for him who believes.”

“I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!” yelled the father, tears in his eyes.

Jesus stood over the boy. Knowing crowds were coming soon, He looked toward the the man’s son. He began to rebuke the spirit.

You deaf and mute spirit! I command you, come out of him and never enter him again!”

The spirit shrieked and convulsed the boy violently. Then it left him.

The boy lied there motionless, unresponsive.

“He is dead.” I replied.

But Jesus reached down and took the boy’s hand. He lifted him to his feet, and the boy stood up. We all froze, completely speechless.

I watched the man grab his son, and hold him tight. He lifted him up in his arms and wept. Wanting to thank Jesus, he couldn’t, for Jesus had already walked away.


Taken from Mark 9:14-28 NIV



The Blind Man

There was a man I knew well. He lived in the streets, and often sat on the roadside near my home in Jericho. On many occasions I would go to him, put a few coins in his hand, and say a silent prayer over him. He would always grab my hand, and thank me. I would look into his sightless eyes, and have such pity upon him. Always thanking God that I could see. Secretly wishing that he could too.

I watched his hands in the past, holding them up, and begging passersby for money or food. The sorrow on his face, how he closed his eyes when the sun was brilliant…I imagined he was bathing his face in the warmth of the sun.

On this day, I saw Jesus walk by, with His disciples, to leave our town of Jericho. I didn’t know where they were going, but He had a large crowd about him. People were following Him closely.


Suddenly, Bartimaeus began to cry out to Jesus!


“Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!”


Jesus turned toward the beggar, and as he did, many men from the crowd yelled out to the blind man.


“We rebuke you! Be quiet!”


Bartimaeus did not listen to them. He yelled louder!


“Son of David, have mercy on me!”


Jesus stopped. He stood still. He told the people,


Call him”.


So the people approached the blind man, and said,


“Take heart. Get up; He is calling you.”


Bartimaeus stood up, threw off his cloak, and surprisingly walked straight to Jesus. He had such assurance that this Jesus would heal him!

Jesus asked,


What do you want Me to do for you?”


With anticipation he answered,


“Rabbi, let me recover my sight.”


Jesus stared at his face, such a sincere look in His eyes. He then said to the beggar,


Go your way; your faith has made you well.”


Immediately Bartimaeus could see! He stared at the people; looking deeply in their eyes. He looked at the shades of green in the grass, the brown dirt, he looked into the sky, seeing the sun. The smile on his mouth, contagious. I couldn’t help but be in wonder!

Can he really see? I thought to myself. No sooner than his sight was restored he began to follow Jesus.

Stopping, just long enough, to look at me and smile.

Taken from Mark 10:46-52 ESV