Save Time and Preach Like Never Before. Try the new
Luke 17: 11 Ė 24
Thanksgiving Day, October 11, 1999

One day a woman was rushing home from a doctorís appointment. The doctor had been somewhat delayed at the hospital, and the lab work took a little longer than usual so by the time she left the clinic she was running quite a bit behind schedule. She still had to pick up her prescription, pick up the children from the baby-sitter, and get home and make supper, all in time to make it to the prayer meeting at her church that evening. As she began to circle the busy Wal-Mart parking lot, looking for a space, the windows of heaven were opened, as it says in Genesis, and a downpour began. While she wasnít usually the type to bother God with small problems, she began to pray as she turned down the row closest to the front door. "Lord, you know what kind of a day Iíve had, and thereís still an awful lot to do. Could you please grant me a parking space right away, oh, and close to the building so I donít get soaked." The words werenít even completely out of her mouth when she saw the backup lights of a car come on at the end of the row. It was the best space in the whole parking lot, right next to the handicap spots and straight out from the front door. She made straight for it and as she pulled in, she said, "never mind God, something just opened up."

Itís kind of an amusing anecdote, but how many times do we ask God for something, and then when we receive it, we behave as though it were quite an unusual coincidence, and we fail to give credit where credit is due. Thatís exactly what happened in our Scripture reading this morning.

In the story that we read, we saw that Jesus was "on his way" to Jerusalem ó and the cross. He was traveling the border between Samaria and Galilee, when he came to this village. Either there was a leper colony nearby, or perhaps the fact that this village was located on the border indicates that it was in kind of a no-mans-land, and the village itself was the leper colony. Any way, his reputation preceded him, for ten of the lepers came out to meet him.

Now this is one of those stories that loses some of its punch for us today, because we really donít have a clue what it was like to be a leper. Probably the closest any of us has come is watching some of the Leprosy Mission of Canada infomercials, but as horrible as the disease can be today, it was far worse then. Now we have doctors and effective treatments for Leprosy, or Hansenís disease. In those days they had only fear and isolation. Think for a moment what it must have been like to be pushed outside the community. Isolated. Humiliated. A charity case. Add to that the fact that the priests and teachers of the law commonly used lepers as object lessons about sin, where would you find your reason to go on? What would it be like to never be touched? Never. To see little children run away at the sight of you? No hugs, no kisses, no hand-shakes, no pat on the back. These lepers