Penicillin was a discovery made by sloppy-house keeping, wasn’t it? I don’t know if that’s exactly how it happened, but when I open my fridge and see mold, I feel like white trash, so I think it’s a good assumption to make. Fungus is the telltale indicator that we’ve kept something longer than we should have right? Casserole, fruit, vegetables, sponges, all of them start growing something fresh and new, and they’re out the door, and with good reason.
Thinking like this, I’ve wondered for a long time why Jesus had to spit in the dirt and rub the blend in a stranger’s eyes to make him see. We’re talking about Jesus here, who walked on water, slipped through crowds, and healed people with His words! I did a little research, and honestly, haven’t found anything other than conjecture and a Chuck Norris joke as to why He did this. There weren’t any Jewish traditions that had people launching phlegm in the dust at someone’s feet then doing anything with it, so again, why did Jesus spit in the dust? I know if anyone tried to do this to me, I’d be swinging fists and yelling all sorts of profanities to get them away from me!
My own guess is that God wants healing to come from where you least expect it. Paul said that God uses random things and people (1 Cor. 1:27) so why wouldn’t this fit into that category? He is God after all, and will do whatever He pleases!
Personally, healing is coming from a place I had given up on. Sometimes, you try and try, and it isn’t until you shrug your shoulders and officially let something die that God fixes it. He is into resurrection, you know. That said, a conversation began, and now it’s taking me all sorts of ugly places that nobody wants to go, but in the end, it’s going to be good. I was just shocked and how it all came about. And I thought I was wise. . .
