“Then a man with a serious skin disease came to Him and, on his knees,begged Him: “If You are willing, You can make me clean.”
Moved with compassion, Jesus reached out His hand and touched him. “I am willing,” He told him. “Be made clean.” Immediately the disease left him, and he was healed.Then He sternly warned him and sent him away at once, telling him, “See that you say nothing to anyone; but go and show yourself to the priest, and offer what Moses prescribed for your cleansing, as a testimony to them.” Yet he went out and began to proclaim it widely and to spread the news, with the result that Jesus could no longer enter a town openly. But He was out in deserted places, and they would come to Him from everywhere. Mark 1:45
I was reading through the first chapter of Mark this morning and it was the last verse, verse 45, that caught my heart’s attention.
“But He was out in deserted places, and they would come to Him from everywhere.”
The thought I had was this: Jesus, you still log time in the deserted places. Not because You are forced there (like when You were walking this earth) but because the deserted places are where You know we’ll come looking for You.
So often, it’s when we find ourselves alone or at the end of our ropes when we encounter His love. It’s in the empty, lonely, hopeless…deserted places when our eyes are opened and we come face to face with our rescuer. We can feel His arms lifting us up and giving us strength. We can feel His peace calming our fears. We can hear His voice rebuking the waves and reminding us….Child, I’ve got this! And though our actual eyes may not be able to see the answer…our spiritual eyes have never experienced anything more real than this. Hope in the hopeless. Peace in the midst of pain. Strength in the solitude.
Thank you, Jesus, for logging time in our deserted places. Thank you that we can come to You from everywhere. Thank you for waiting for us there and guiding us home.