This morning I found a common theme as I was studying my Bible. Studying the letter from Jude, I chased a rabbit back to Mark 6 where Jude is named as one of Jesus’ earthly brothers. I saw where, at some point in the past, I wrote in the margin on that page, “Fell down”. (Look at my highlights in hot pink below) On the opposite page I had written it again. Twice. The first instance, in Mark 5:6, when Legion begs Jesus not to torment them. Then, Mark 6:22, Jairus, a leader in the Jewish synagogue comes to ask Jesus to heal his sick daughter. Lastly, Mark 6:33, the bleeding woman dares to go into the crowd around Jesus just so she can touch the hem of his clothes. (Interesting side note: The woman had been bleeding for 12 years and Jairus’ daughter was 12 years old).
Three stories in a row where those encountering Jesus fell down when they came into his very presence and under his gaze. But they’re not alone… a little romp through the old and new testaments will reveal this repeated response as men came into the presence of a holy God. Their response – to fall down. I’m unsure if their knees go out from under them… but for that moment, the ONLY appropriate response is to fall down and prostrate themselves as they encounter THE one and only GOD.
In thinking of the bleeding woman falling down… I found myself. I was her. I had a disease that was impossible to cure. I wasn’t in God’s family, either. I was a Gentile, an outcast. “But God, because of the great love with which He loved me, made me alive together with Christ…” Ephesians 2:1-10. Beautiful truth. No longer does my sickness define me but my new identity in Christ defines me. “For if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation, behold, the old is gone and the new has come.” 2 Corinthians 5:17. Our holy God has saved me.
I fell down and I will always fall down before the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. Join me.