This friday passed we revisited the story of the paraletic being lowered through the roof. It's a story I always find oddly dull.
The drama of the crumbling celing seems to rob the questions from the men who
struggled with the steps. Left them looking in on the encounter like us, unable to join in the converstion, which seems quite one sided as Jesus shows off his telepathy. They missed their spot inside by going back for their friend, missed their chance to hear the teaching and were most probably left with the bill for wreaking the house. And suddenly their service is rendered un-nessesary, in the proclamation of a few words out of 'the man' they have lost a major task. And yet the story is a positive one (well for those not addicted to the temple).
Similarly as i watch the world events of the last few weeks i'm remined of how much a moment can change the course of our needs, how jobs and tasks can be rewritten in the wave of change, and how what once seemed such an obvious move can leave some as onlookers with nothing more than a huge bill. How moments can both end life almost un-noticed and allow individuals to become hero's to the world. There is nothing more comples than life, and nothing more precious.