One of the women serving came to our table to open a bottle of wine. She wore a tag and I asked about her name. To my surprise she had actually researched it. For the next several minutes I heard the history of what she had found. Translated it meant wandering leper. Moving on to the next table she parted with sarcasm about how unpleasant that was in a name. Outwardly, I restrained myself in discipline not to interrupt her job. Inwardly, I was seeing her potential. I said a quiet prayer asking for her to be the “one”.
Luk 17:12-19 (MSG) As he entered a village, ten men, all lepers, met him. They kept their distance but raised their voices, calling out, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!” Taking a good look at them, he said, “Go, show yourselves to the priests.” They went, and while still on their way, became clean. One of them, when he realized that he was healed, turned around and came back, shouting his gratitude, glorifying God. He kneeled at Jesus’ feet, so grateful. He couldn’t thank him enough–and he was a Samaritan. Jesus said, “Were not ten healed? Where are the nine? Can none be found to come back and give glory to God except this outsider?” Then he said to him, “Get up. On your way. Your faith has healed and saved you.”