Too Comfortable with What Ought Not Be

Too Comfortable with What Ought Not Be

Do you know the story of the man of the Gadarenes? The guy who was so imprisoned by demons that he wasn’t able to live in society. He lived in the cemetery. When they tried to tie him down, he’d just break the bindings. No one was safe from him… then Jesus. 

Yup, Jesus shows up, casts out the legion of demons (into a bunch of pigs), and the people from the city come rushing out to see what’s going on:

Then they came to Jesus, and saw the one who had been demon-possessed and had the legion, sitting and clothed and in his right mind. And they were afraid.” (Mark 5:15)

Please tell me you see it. “…and they were afraid”??

These people who’ve dealt with this “lunatic” – a man who has been robbed of a real life, whose family must have given up all hope – see him NOT naked, NOT running around unhinged… and they’re scared.
NOW they’re scared? What about before?? 

No celebration, no joyful reunion. In fact, they tell Jesus to leave.

I wonder – I just wonder if we aren’t like those people. When we see someone sick, someone hurt or with a “condition” – are we too politically correct to pray for them? be willing to lay hands on them, cast out a demon, speak words of life from the Word of God? Or, like these people, are we so used to those that has been deemed as “diseased” or “untreatable” that we too simply expect them to stay that way? That if God wanted to do a miracle… He’d have to find someone besides us.