Something happens to me every single year during Holy Week. I become quiet, pensive, and reflective. I read those last chapters of The Gospels. I ponder and pray John 17.
I don’t know about you but if someone sliced my ear off with a sword and the person standing in front of me reached over and either picked my ear up off the ground or lifted the dangling organ and attached it back onto my head – I’d say I’d be pretty blown away.
Malchus. I honestly do not think for a moment that he didn’t leave that place a changed man.
A Malchus moment.
Have you ever had one?
- What about the time your friend had cancer and you circled around her and cried out to the Lord for healing – her cancer was gone.
- Or, how about the time you leaned over the checkout and embraced a friend and asked her if you could pray – 3 weeks later she comes back to tell you the mass is GONE.
- Maybe when your son is driving home in a falling-apart car with no money and that gas tank never empties?
- What about the time someone left a bagful of groceries when you didn’t know how you’d feed your kids that night?
- Or, when you feel so darn hopeless and helpless and a card arrives in the mail, “I’m praying for you, friend.”
These are Malchus moments. You know that you know something has shifted. Someone has touched you and you are changed.
Don’t miss them. Don’t question them.
Turn around, clutch your ear and be transformed!
If you have a Malchus moment you’d like to share, please…
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