The beggar who waited on the stone piazza by the temple gate called “beautiful” could hardly be be considered “beautiful” himself. His body was twisted and weak. He had been carried there to beg alms. (Acts 4)
He had probably seen Peter before. The fisherman visited the temple daily with his friends. They were a happy group, praising God and greeting others in the crowd.
The lame man put out his hand, hoping to receive a few coins; but he was soon to receive a great deal more.
As he reached out for the hoped-for coins, Peter spoke. ‘In the name of Jesus Christ, the Nazarene, WALK”
Suddenly the beggar’s legs strengthened. He felt the change. He didn’t’ need to struggle. He sprang to his feet. He stood. He took a step. He leaped. He shouted, “Oh, my God! Thank you, Lord”
The crowd stared. Some cheered. Some whispered their hopes to others. Some turned aside unable to bear the conflict with their unbelief. Many joined themselves to the beggar's celebration. Tears of joy flowed from the eyes of the beggars friends.
He remembered when Jesus had called the twelve together and instructed them to go. “ Go to the lost sheep of Israel. Do not get any gold or silver or copper to take with you in your belts.” “As you go, proclaim this message: ‘The kingdom of heaven has come near.’ Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse those who have leprosy, drive out demons. Freely you have received; freely give. (Matthew 10). The power was not Peter’s. But it was his to deliver.
The same power is not mine, or yours…it is the Lord's. But it is ours to deliver.
Go, Fear not, Prepare not,
Will there be conflict! Yes!
But, “Whoever acknowledges Me before others, I will also acknowledge before my Father in heaven. ." (Matthew 10:32)
Outside our walls the world waits, crippled by false values, begging for pennies, unable to enter the place of worship.
Will I remember what I have experienced? Will I doubt Him? Will I doubt myself? or will I put out my hand and deliver what I know and what I have seen?