The Bethesda Miracle Through the Eyes of the Man Healed
For thirty-eight years, my life was a cycle of endless waiting by the Bethesda pool. Each day blending into the next, I was filled with despair and a fading hope. People around me surged forward at the stirring of the waters, seeking their miracle, leaving me behind, alone and helpless. Then, one day, amid the usual clamor and desperation, He came. Unlike others who passed by, He saw me, really saw me—not just my infirmity but me, the person trapped by his broken body for decades. His presence was like a calm amid the storm; His gaze was compassionate and understanding. He asked me a question that seemed to echo deep within my soul, "Do you want to get well?" It wasn't just about my physical healing but a deeper, more profound restoration. My heart leaped within me, though I hardly understood why. I tried to explain my plight, my inability to reach the waters in time, but He—He simply said, "Get up! Pick up your mat and walk." At His command, something stirred w