Daily Devotional – 1/7/13 “Jesus, I need you to spit on me”

When I begin writing devotionals I had no idea how magnificent of a gift that God has placed within me. Many times, I begin to peck on this keyboard without a thought in mind but then the Holy Spirit intercedes on my behalf and the words start flowing. I can be riding in the car, sitting in church or the hair salon and a topic will come to mind and I quickly grab my phone or a pen to write it down. And on yesterday, while in church, I thought about how powerful Jesus was simply with his touch, his tongue, his gift and even his spit. Yes, His spit. Sounds crazy but go with me. See, I know that in this day in time when a person spits on you it is the ultimate disrespect but when I read my word on some of the things that Jesus was able to do with His spit, I cry out; “Jesus, I need you to spit on me!” Yea, see; when the man who was deaf and could barely speak was brought before Jesus, the bible says in Mark 7:33-35, “Jesus led him away from the crowd so they could be alone. He put his fingers into the man’s ears. Then, spitting on his own fingers, he touched the man’s tongue. Looking up to heaven, he sighed and said, “Ephphatha,” which means, “Be opened!” Instantly the man could hear perfectly, and his tongue was freed so he could speak plainly!” When the blind man was bought before Jesus in Bethsaida, Mark 8:23-25 says, “He took the blind man by the hand and led him outside the village. When he had spit on the man’s eyes and put his hands on him, Jesus asked, “Do you see anything?” He looked up and said, “I see people; they look like trees walking around.” Once more Jesus put his hands on the man’s eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly.” Are you with me yet? When Jesus used His spit, healing occurred. When Jesus used His spit, lives were changed. When Jesus used His spit, miracles happened. When Jesus used His spit, breakthroughs took place. Oh, when Jesus used His spit some thangs happened! This is why I say, I need Jesus to spit on me. I need some mountains to be moved, some obstacles to made low enough to climb over, some valleys filled with water so I can swim across them, some graves that have been dug for me to be filled so I can walk over them, some enemies to be made my footstool so I can rise above them, I need some lending to be done because I’m tired of borrowing, I need some healing to be done because I’m tired of sickness, I need some joy down here because I’m tired of sorrow, I need some testimonies because the tests are getting too hard and I need some sunlight because the clouds from my storm are too dark. Oh, if I could just get a little bit of Jesus’ spit to open up my eyes to see the trueness of folk and to open up my hears so that I can hear the real talk; I can push on a little while longer! Jesus, if you would … please sir, spit on me!