“Your sins are forgiven”
He said to me.
I hadn’t even asked for that.
You see,
It never even occurred to me.
I only wanted
To be accepted
To be healed
To see what all the excitement was about.
But forgiveness?
No.
Not for me.
I’m too sinful
Too dirty.
“You are already clean . . .”
Me? Why?
“. . . because I said so.”
I sit back
And let it sink in.
I take up my mat
Pick up my pitcher
Take off my bandages
Toss out my crutches
And run to invite everyone I know
To come
And hear my gospel story.
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