He was naked, living among the dead, unable to engage in anything resembling socially acceptable behavior. They had tried binding him with shackles. He broke them; the power driving him could not be controlled by mortals.
Someone else was needed. Someone with greater power. Someone not afraid. They needed Jesus, the Son of all Creative Forces.
So Jesus came; to the tombs; to the company of a naked crazy man; to bring life.
The neighbors found the man clothed, sitting at Jesus' feet and in his right mind.
So then they sent Jesus away.
Not everybody sees the gift of life in the same way. Not everybody wants to have their shackles loosed and their mind set free. Nor do they want that for the neighbor they have spent their time pitying or forcing out of sight.
Jesus left that town without an argument; but he left behind a witness - a man who had been as good as dead, and now was as good as life. Maybe the townsfolk will figure it all out some day down the road.
Crazy Bill: The Gerasene Demoniac Revisited
a poem by Tim Melton
I was only eight years old, when I first heard The Voices
Seductive whispers in the night,
Painted horror blinded light
Perversion led to dark delight
When I was just a boy of eight, and I first heard The Voices
Seductive whispers in the night,
Painted horror blinded light
Perversion led to dark delight
When I was just a boy of eight, and I first heard The Voices
see the conclusion at
http://sacrosanctgospel.wordpress.com/2008/05/14/crazy-bill-the-gerasene-demoniac-revisited/
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