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He Came for the Sick – Not the Healthy

Ancient stones under our feet, we walked along the streets of Amsterdam trailing beside 17th century waterways.

Streets connect to alleys that lead to canals with bridges all laced with flowers and the seasoning of “old” everywhere. It’s like walking through an intricate map of history and art. But wandering along the beautiful streets of this jewel of Holland can lead you to the areas that are red with color not blooming on flower stems.

Some might call us idiotic for walking along these streets and not carefully guarding our turns. And it is true, we should be cautious. But does that mean we should remain ignorant to and shielded from the realities of this raw world? Some would protest a God-loving mother walking beside her son through the good and the bad, the pretty and the ugly. Goodness knows, years ago I would have protested it myself.

But God changes those parts of us…when we let Him.

If my Abba were walking beside me, would I only find Him in polished, proper places?

Christ said He came for the sick – not the healthy…(Mark 2:17, Luke 5:31, Matthew 9:12)

I grew up thinking it only logical – if I’m “healthy” then I need to stay away from the “sick” – otherwise I might catch what they have – and no longer be healthy.

With germs – this is accurate.

But with souls?

Do we apply germ rules to souls – thinking our “holiness” will remain holier if we stay far from anything unholy?

What would Abba say if He walked beside me through the streets of Amsterdam?

I love His Word – it guides us to have a degree of knowing of what He would say.

He loved His followers. He lived beside them.

But He could also be found eating with sinners, visiting with tax collectors, and intervening when mob-justice was being inflicted on an adulteress. He looked for the hurting. He went to them.

However – we are not Christ. We are not perfect and holy and able. We can’t endure 40 days of fasting and then wield the Sword of Scripture to defeat the enemy’s temptations – can we?

But – He said – “Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing…” John 14:12a

Rolling all this through our minds – flushes out the thoughts of germ logic in the spirit realm.

I hear my Father whisper, “I, God, in you, will not hide from the ugly that evil inflicts. I want my children to walk with confidence in my cover and love for all.

I do not want my children to hide from those who are hurting for fear of being pulled into hurt-filled places.

I comfort my children so they can comfort othersnot so they can sit comfortably in places of leisure. (from 2 Cor. 1:4)

It gets so twisted in this twisted world.

My son walked beside his father and I witnessing shame-faced woman sitting in windows wearing undergarments that covered more than some swim-suits on most beaches – but we knew, they knew, he knew – they were sitting behind glass willing to go into the pit – for a few dollars. And I felt my Savior’s grief roll through me. He did not create them for this.

It was important for our son to experience walking past those doors. Stopping brings death. We talked long… Proverbs 5 has much to say about these streets.

“For the Lord sees clearly what a man does, examining every path he takes. An evil man is held captive by his own sins; they are ropes that catch and hold him. He will die for lack of self-control…” v. 21-23a

Judgment was not present – pious Christianity has no place on those streets. Sorrow… yes.

We turned a corner. A man passed us holding a huge dog on a leash. Walking fast, the dog’s muscular legs had no trouble keeping up. Then, just ahead, we noticed another man walking toward us with an even larger pit-bull at his side. No leash was on the pit’s neck, only a collar. Nothing controlled him except the authority of his owner. The men and their dogs met on the street just 10 feet in front of us. We cringed – the dogs only inches apart. The bulldog’s master slowly reached down and grasped his dog’s collar.

The leashed dog lunged, barking deep and loud, the force of his strength echoed off the brick walls surrounding us. We fully expected the unleashed larger dog to attack. But the owner of the bulldog only smiled, unaffected by the leashed aggressor, and chuckled with a look on his face that said, “no worries, not intimidated, we have somewhere we need to be…”

And it struck me – that’s the picture of us with Christ.

Our Lord does not leash us. He guides us. We walk where He leads us because we want to be near Him.

And when things become too intense, we can count on the feel of His hand upon us, “His rod and His staff, they comfort me…”

He knows us, He understands. He knows we need help. There are times we’re tempted to lunge into places we should not be.

The other dog had to be leashed, controlled. It did not walk beside its master of its own, it was forced to comply because of the strap around its neck. Just like the ladies who sat in the windows. Someone (or something) was in control of them. They had chosen (or been forced into the hands of) a controlling master. They might just as well of had a leather strap around their necks. God help them.

The unleashed bulldog’s eyes never wavered from its master. It did not flinch at the would-be attack.

If our eyes stay fixed on our good Master, we can be steadfast as we follow the path He guides us down. Even a bulldog in the catacombs of Amsterdam can teach this daughter of God.

El Roi saw us walking along the streets. He knew our reason for allowing our son to see with his own eyes that evil is present and it has leashes on those who dabble with it.

And I prayed silently for strength, power, self-control, and focus to be multiplied in the dearly-loved men who walked beside me.

Donna Taylor

About the Author

Donna is a full-time missionary serving in Kenya alongside her much loved husband, Steve. The mother of 3 children, Michael (26), Maggie (22), and Peter (19), Donna sees each chapter of her life as a classroom where much has been learned. Therefore much can be shared with others sitting in their own seasons of learning. With a Master's Degree in Education, she taught elementary school for 14 years, then began working as a free-lance writer producing Christian Curriculum for children. She also worked with non-profit organizations coordinating trips for short term missions work in Africa. Born in Georgia, she still calls it home. But her days now are spent ministering to marriages in Kenya guiding and encouraging husbands and wives to grow God-honoring marriages and Christ-centered homes. www.kwelimoyo.com www.reachingfortherobe.com