#1 of The Book of Mark Chapter 2:

 Mark 2: 1-4

And again He entered into Capernaum after some days; and it was noised the He was in the house

And straightway many were gathered together, in so much that there was no room to receive them, no, not so much as about the door: and He preached the Word unto them.  


It didn't take long before people were aware of Jesus in their midst.  Don't we wish it were that way now?  Word traveled fast.  The Word was back in town. And here is that word of immediacy again -"straightway"- many came together. This meeting didn't evolve - it happened.  They moved in on Jesus and the small house and He was in quickly ran out of room.  

Nothing like company barging in without invitation or notice to make you a cranky host. Folks filled up the house and even crowded around the door.  

In the midst of all this Jesus never got cranky, never lost focus of His calling. He did what He came for.  He saw what they lacked and He had what they needed - they needed the Word, a message from God.  "And He preached the Word unto them." Jesus didn't turn them away; He preached the Word unto them. And, He won't turn you or me away either, no matter the hassle, if we are dying of a thirst for the truth of the Gospel, Jesus won't turn us away. 

And they came to Him, bringing one sick of palsy which was borne of four.

And when could not come nigh unto Him for the press, they uncovered the roof where He was; and when they had broken it up they let down the bed wherein the sick of the palsy lay.

I can guess Jesus smiled at their effort and their faith, that if they could just get their friend to Jesus, he would be healed.  Do we have the faith to put forth the effort to tear up a roof or two to get those we love to Jesus, that they might be healed?

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