Story Changing | How? | Walking Witness
“Go home to your own people,” He said, “and tell them how much the Lord has done for you…” Mark 5:19
“I don’t even know how long I was tormented by demons. My life had been reduced to survival. Like an animal, I roamed the graveyard, eating what I could find, tortured by the voices screaming inside my head. I couldn’t get away from them. I ran, I screamed, I cut myself, but nothing stopped those vile taunts, telling me to kill myself and everyone else. Doctors tried their medicines. Idol priests tried their incantations. My family tried not to watch. They resorted to chaining me, but I broke the chains and the craziness continued. Then He came. The Teacher. The famous Rabbi came all the way across the lake just for me. With a word, He healed me! The voices stopped. I was me again. I wanted to go with Him, help Him, serve Him but He said, ‘Go tell your people about me.’ I didn’t want to, but if that’s what He said, I’ll do anything for the One who saved me.”
Sometimes our own homes are the toughest mission fields. The people who know us best are often the hardest to win. “We’ll see how long this religious kick lasts,” they say to each other. Imagine the once-demon-crazed man showing up on Main Street, clothed and in his right mind. They’d all seen his ravaged body, heard the blood-curdling screams, and now here he sat, sane and rational. It was hard to argue with that. He didn’t know a lot of Bible; he couldn’t have won any debates. But he had been delivered by Jesus and his life became a walking witness. Anyone can claim to have met Jesus; words are cheap. But it’s hard to argue with a transformed life.
Final Thought: Is your life a walking witness to the ones who know you best?
Prayer: Lord, I want my life and my claims to match. If I’ve really given my life to you, then others should be able to tell. Like that demon-possessed man, you’re sending me back to my people. May I be a walking witness of your healing power. Amen.