My Son

And someone from the crowd answered him, “Teacher, I brought my son to you, for he has a spirit that makes him mute. (Mark 9.17, ESV)

When we come to this incident between Jesus and the father of a demonized boy, there are one thing that leaps right out when we look at the passage. The man utters one thing and we know that this is no theoretical discussion as if he were asking Jesus what he thought of Herod’s temple.  When the man says that he brought “my son,” the story takes on deadly earnestness because this man has been affected by what is going on with his son.

Anyone who has had a child with physical disabilities will instantly connect with this father. You have experienced the worry about what will become of your child, the normal everyday activities that suddenly become painfully difficult, the disapproval from those who are not in your same situation as if the child wouldn’t have these problems if you weren’t such a lousy parent, the constant grind of life, and the ever present voice of guilt that says “you aren’t handling this correctly.” Surely this father who had no doubt pulled his son physically out of the fire and out of water must have felt the same. He is lonely, as every parent with a disabled child is, he is hopeless, and he will go to any lengths to save his son from this unclean spirit. In short, he is an excellent father. He’s one of my favorite characters in the Scriptures, but that is a topic for another day.


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2 Responses to My Son

  1. ppmurf says:

    Sounds like you’ve been there, bot praise God you havent! ( nor I, tho living with Gram, i know)

    We sure need to be aware of and supportive of those who have!

    Sent from my iPad


  2. boscof16 says:

    I read Mk 3 in QT this morning, and it occurred to me both Mark and most modern commentators focus more on the unfolding drama between Jesus and the religious “leaders.” But, we must not forget the human element of the man and his hand. I thought about the fact that so many abilities reside in our hands, the ability to work (generate a living), capacity to love (touch) the power to fight (self-defense), the list goes on. Especially in those days, but even today to some degree, he was likely a social outcast. This man lost all or most of those abilities, restored with his outstretched hand. Imagine how overwhelmed he must have been and how overjoyed the people (especially the religious “leaders”) should have been for him? Amazing grace.

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