A Moment of Truth
As a new believer, new to reading my Bible, I read the story of the man by the healing pool.
The Healing at the Pool (John 5:1-8 NIV)
Jesus went up to Jerusalem for one of the Jewish festivals. Now there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades. Here a great number of disabled people used to lie—the blind, the lame, the paralyzed. One who was there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, “Do you want to get well?” “Sir,” the invalid replied, “I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.” Then Jesus said to him, “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.” At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked.
I didn’t stumble upon this story, at that particular time in my life by accident. It was a hard question to ask myself, and my answer was a hard truth that was tough to take. My brutally honest reply surprised and alarmed me. I did not want to get well.
My misery was a very comfortable place to me, it was very familiar and I wasn’t ready to give it up for the unknown and I was very sure of it.
Unbeknownst to me was that a moment of truth had come and a new journey was about to begin.