Give me a Sign
by Berni Dymet
>Mark 8:11, 12, and 13 The Pharisees came and began to argue with him, asking him for a sign from heaven, to test him.... And he sighed deeply.... And he left them...
These days you drive down the street and you're confronted with so many signs: one way, don't turn here, stop, go, fast or slow.
There's a time where Jesus has been going out doing so many miracles - He's healed people, He fed thousands from a few fishes and loaves, He's cast out demons, He's walked on water…..people called them signs.
And they were a bit like those street signs - you just couldn't miss them.
And then, then one day, the religious leaders come and ask Him for a sign. Now clearly, He has the power to do something that'll blow their socks off - doesn't He.
Instead, He walks away in disgust.
Because - well, He's God. He touches people and does miracles and all that stuff on his terms, not ours. They wanted Him to be some performing poodle I think. That's what happens when you spell God the wrong way round - you get - dog.
It's like we want to remake Him in our image.
Wake up. God doesn't dance to anyone else's tune.