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Dance On The Mat

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Who are you looking at?

I am… Because of Who He is….

When Jesus returned to Capernaum several days later, the news spread quickly that he was back home. Soon the house where he was staying was so packed with visitors that there was no more room, even outside the door. While he was preaching God’s word to them, four men arrived carrying a paralyzed man on a mat. They couldn’t bring him to Jesus because of the crowd, so they dug a hole through the roof above his head. Then they lowered the man on his mat, right down in front of Jesus. Seeing their faith, Jesus said to the paralyzed man, “My child, your sins are forgiven.” —Mark 2:1-5

This is one of my favorite passages. I could write for days just about this man’s friends. How their faith and action brought about his healing. But, alas, again today the Lord stepped into my prayer time and said, “Lynn, you haven’t perceived the fullness of what is really going on here.”

Man, why does this keep happening to me?

In this scene….. Wait, can we stop a minute. I have a suspicion that we read the Bible over and over and hear this story repeated and retold so many times, that it becomes too familiar. But today, God wants us to know something about this story.

It really happened. The people in this portion of scripture are real people, many whom we will meet one day in glory. Oh, I have so many questions to ask them. I want to hear their rendition of this moment and feel their emotions and know their heart. Don’t ever let the power of scripture be diminished to a story.

It really happened. AND, it will happen again. This is my decree.

When we look around in this scene in Capernaum, we visualize a small house. All homes were all small in first century Israel. I imagine people sitting on the floor, crammed together, jostling for knee space. More people leaning in through the windows. Men standing in the corner, and those crowding through the door. I see kids sitting on laps of mom’s or their older siblings, listening to Jesus speak words that have them motionless and captivated by hope.

Then suddenly, dust and noise bounce down around those lucky enough to be seated. Jesus looks up. The crowd looks up as well, piece by piece, the thatched roof is torn away with bare hands. Grunts of struggle, a brief shout to hoist something up and then it thuds on the roof.

It’s a spectacle.

All eyes are riveted, as this mat is revealed and slowly begins a decent. The crowd stares, the room remains silent, yet for the grunts and efforts of those on the roof lowering this long and wrapped up form gently to the ground. The kids scramble out of the way, less they are covered as the thick, blanket/matting, as it unfurls.

Ninety-five sets of eyes (my guess) are engrossed upon the man upon the blanket. His legs are misshapen, overtly skinny, his infirmity is obvious. He is paralyzed. They look at him see a cripple.

They see before them his only identity, a paralytic. 

But Jesus.

Jesus looks upon him and sees a Son.

A beloved, Son of God.

His view is not of this world but of the reality of heaven. Jesus looks into the spiritual realm of his future where this broken and sinful man is perfected, whole, running, standing, forgiven and reinstated into his birthright.

Because of Jesus, our truest identity is also realized. We are sons and daughters. Through Jesus, we are offered forgiveness, healing, deliverance and an inheritance on earth and one day in heaven, our future home. We are presented with freedom, just like this paralyzed man, to step up and out of the mat that's wrapped us up for years. The Godforsaken blanket of bondage, broken identity, illness, fear, depression, and hopelessness. A stinky mat that’s been wrapped about us for decades through deception, sinful and willful choices and sometimes at the hands of others.

Jesus decrees the truth. “Your sins are forgiven.”

Ours sins, past, present and future are forgiven Period. The End! Sometimes we just need the voice of Christ to make it true in our life. And His voice is amplified, often through the Word or others who already walk in freedom.

Of course, the skeptics and haters will always be close on hand to condemn every act of goodness. It's the same today. Things haven’t changed in over 2,000 years. *frown*

Jesus, one-ups the haters this time however, and commands the lad to pick up his mat and go home. The man leaps up. Likely stunned, he rolls up the mat and is quick to obey, then departs the house.

Healed and whole.

In a singular moment his Sonship was rescued back from the demonic and when the lad walked out the door with his mat, well, he took with him a new authority.

You see, just like this man, his healing and your healing (spiritually, emotionally, physically) is NOW your power. You carry the testimony and the authority to free others from what once held you down. Did you know that is a Kingdom reality? I sat in my prayer room and marveled as these words flooded my soul.

The Lord continued. The man, once paralyzed, was told to go home. Why? Because revealing to those who knew his sinful ways, his failures, and his paralysis, he now bears witness to his family his experience, joy, testimony, and authority. His miracle releases the true Kingdom into the lives where he resides, providing them the courage to come before the Healer and Deliverer to seek their own forgiveness, healing, deliverance, and new life.

The man, leapt up, took his mat in full view of all in the room. He was changed in the twinkling of an eye from the doomed to a Son. Oh, let us all become a Son or Daughter who shines in full view of the world and let our life and testimony become our power and authority to amaze all those who are watching.

The days of powerless Christianity MUST end. We are Sons and Daughters. Let’s show the world what Jesus really looks like. Our faith can change the hearts of our friends, family and perhaps millions!

Halleluiah. Make a decree in the comments. I declare my healing and true identity and will walk in it this hour, to the honor of the name of Jesus Christ.

See you in the comments, my friends. Live large and let the world see you dance a victory upon your old, tired and dirty mat. I adore you. Lynn

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