As Jesus continued on toward Jerusalem, he reached the border between Galilee and Samaria. As he entered a village there, ten lepers stood at a distance, crying out, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!”He looked at them and said, “Go show yourselves to the priests.” And as they went, they were cleansed of their leprosy.One of them, when he saw that he was healed, came back to Jesus, shouting, “Praise God!” He fell to the ground at Jesus’ feet, thanking him for what he had done. This man was a Samaritan.Jesus asked, “Didn’t I heal ten men? Where are the other nine? Has no one returned to give glory to God except this foreigner?” And Jesus said to the man, “Stand up and go. Your faith has healed you. – Luke 17:11-19
One out of ten. That was the number, of out of the healed in this particular story, that came back acknowledging and thanking Jesus. If you’re like me, you probably have felt astounded that only one came back. Where was the gratitude? These men were completely healed! How could so many be so callous? How can we be so callous? Yet, we are. I could tell you how many times God has saved my hide and even more so times unable to measure how many times He has covered me. Of course, I thank Him. I’ll thank Him in front of others. I give Him the credit for many things.
I recently went to a surprise birthday party. It wasn’t just a surprise birthday party, it was an absolute throw down to celebrate a life, a healed life. This birthday was more than just celebrating one more year. It was a celebration of living and continuing to do so in hope because of God’s divine and drastic touch on this man’s life. After years of treatment, he was declared cancer free. My flat words could never describe what this man and his family went through. My flat words could never describe the gratitude this family felt upon his healing. I will describe this party. It was a room filled with people who knew this family in some shape, form, or fashion. Everyone in that room had been in prayer for the man’s healing. There was worship. There were emotion filled letters, tears, and whoops of joy woven into the evening.
This family didn’t continue on their path after the healing. They stopped, turned around, and praised God. They didn’t just and say thank you; they chose to make a moment out of it, to acknowledge God in the suffering and in the answered prayers. They are a real modern day example of how to display gratitude. They were one out of the ten. ~Janean