Matthew 20:32. “And Jesus stood still, and called them, and said, What will ye that I shall do unto you?”
Sometimes, in God’s Word, I am just stuck on a small phrase, a few simple words. This time, it’s “And Jesus stood still.”
During most of His ministry, Jesus was active. He walked miles and miles. He healed, fed, and ministered to thousands of people. He taught, speaking from the Old Testament scriptures. He debated seldom, because His answers usually silenced His opposition. He rode out storms, walked on water, cast out demons, stilled the wind and the rain, raised loved ones from death, visited with the throngs, comforted the grieving. And He occassionally went off by Himself to rest, and to pray. Seldom did He simply stand still.
The crowds must have been pressing in on Him. Hot, sweaty, demanding, and curious to see what He would do next, they didn’t want to be slowed down by a couple of lowly blind beggars.
BUT! Jesus. Stood. Still. Not for a king, a prince, a high priest, or a Roman centurion, but for two blind men whose faith was so great that they recognized Him and cried out to Him, in spite of the efforts of the crowd to hush them up.
You know, I’m just a nobody. When I die, some will remember for a while, but not for long. I’ve read that most of us pass into oblivion in the world’s memories in about 60 years. And yet, when I cry out to my God, do you know what happens?
He Stands Still–for ME! He listens, He heals, He comforts, He speaks to me through His Word and gives me what He knows I need. He ignores the noisy crowd who want something else from Him, and He ministers to my need.
That’s the kind of God I serve: One Who will stand still when He hears me cry out to Him; One Who loves me in spite of my insignificance in the world’s eyes, because in His eyes I am significant indeed.
Do you know my Jesus? Do you know my Friend?