Words, she reads the page, feels her skin at the back of her neck curl, scary, she can imagine it, the atmosphere and the experience, it feels so real. The Power of Miracles, they came, they heard, they saw it themselves, from God he said, The Great One. It must be demons, their first reaction, as if they were afraid of them, they were afraid of him, he could read their thoughts, why the surprise he said, can’t a bird just lift up and fly, see how a butterfly transforms itself, you don’t assume it was an accident, do you?
Their first thoughts; the demon had caused the miraculous, who else had the power. Their own words, pointed to a conflicting force, he was of the light. Imagine it, the dulling of belief, then the resurrection of the Spirit, when they saw it for themselves, food for thought. Imagine, their consciences, their sleepless nights, as they straddled over all the harm they caused, enlightening.
Solomon, was recalling, the episode, when the Pharisee’s challenged Jesus, as to where he got the power to do what he did; It’s simple, when God resides in you, amen.