They were watching Him, but their eyes couldn’t see His heart. There were listening, but their ears were deaf to His Word. It is the Sabbath and the teacher has been invited to a ruler of the Pharisees house for the traditional “Sabbath meal”. They were watching Him closely. “Jesus was not invited as a friend, but how He might be sized up, trapped, used.” They were watching Him closely when all of a sudden in walks a man with dropsy. We would call it edema today. He was bloated. His flesh full of water. His status “unclean.”
Every day it was right there in black and white except for Sundays, on Sunday’s it was in bright brilliant color. Every day, a man named Gary Larson would give me and anyone who cared to look, a picture of the far side, a window, if you will into a world full of irony, humor, and flat out hilarious absurdities. How many deer are born with a perfect bull’s eye for a birth mark? How many poodles actually plot the death of their master and then lament that the pampering will end?
Whenever I hear someone say, “don’t worry” I start to worry. Maybe I wasn’t worried to begin with but now that someone said it out loud I worry that maybe I should be worried about something, maybe there’s something I don’t know, something I should know. Maybe there’s something I did or didn’t do or something I should or shouldn’t do. In our text this morning (evening) Jesus says, “do not worry.” Some translations have the word “anxious” instead of worry but you get the point. Jesus is identifying something that’s going on in our heart and mind that we might not be paying attention to. He’s is placing His Word on a sore spot. By saying it out loud He not only brings it to our attention but then sets out to remedy it.