In the stories, I often remember
the blind man who saw
or the paralytic who walked out
carrying his mat, or the deaf one
whose ears were opened.
But there are others mentioned only
by the humble, behind-the-scenes,
The beautiful, unnamed “they”
who cared and carried,
who implored the Lord
with prayers not for themselves
but for another, and another;
the selfless “they” who brought to Him the deaf,
who brought to Him the sick and lame,
who brought to Him the blind.
We don’t know their names.
May I live to be
and have the faith of the faithful
And they came, bringing to Him a paralytic, carried by four men. Being unable to get to Him because of the crowd, they removed the roof above Him; and when they had dug an opening, they let down the pallet on which the paralytic was lying.
They brought to Him one who was deaf and spoke with difficulty, and they implored Him to lay His hand on him.
And they brought a blind man to Jesus and implored Him to touch him.
When [Jesus and the disciples] got out of the boat, immediately the people recognized Him, and ran about that whole country and began to carry here and there on their pallets those who were sick, to the place they heard He was. Wherever He entered villages, or cities, or countryside, they were laying the sick in the market places, and imploring Him that they might just touch the fringe of His cloak; and as many as touched it were being cured.