Spit

We are a people who are often concerned with where we came from and desire the answer to “Who am I.”  Today there are companies that will ask you to spit in a tube, in turn, they can analyze what percentage, if any, Neanderthal you are.  

They can also let you know what your family’s genetic roots are.  Sometimes verifying granny’s stories, sometimes bringing a shock to who you are.  The genetic tests can even tell you what your potential is for disease or heart failure.  But, science can’t tell you spit about being healed, and a lot more.  

Then, there is Jesus.  Who was asked by his followers if sin had had caused a beggar to become blind.  I guess the man hadn’t spit in one of the little tubes and mailed it in.  But, Jesus, stopped and nonchalantly “spat on the ground and made mud with the saliva. Then he anointed the man's eyes with the mud and said to him, ‘Go, wash in the pool of Siloam’ (which means Sent).”  The blind beggar, went to the pool he had been Sent and after he had obediently washed, he “came back seeing.”  (John 9:6-7) 

I guess a little spit can do a lot.  Some spit can only tell you that you’ve a “potential” for an ailment.  A miraculous spit brings healing, restoration, and joy.  If all Jesus has for me is spit, then please, spit on me Lord – may a wave sweep me away ….

Where my heritage has come from is interesting.  But, to be overwhelmed by God’s Spirit, and swept away in a wave that manifests salvation, healing, and a fire of God’s Spirit (which is beyond what I can comprehend) is what will fill my inner emptiness – my spit in a tube cannot do all that.

Wash me in the pool you have Sent,

Owen <><