I was flipping through the book of Mark the other day, and I came across these verses:
KJV: And one of the multitude answered and said, Master, I have brought unto thee my son, which hath a dumb spirit; and wheresoever he taketh him, he teareth him: and he foameth, and gnasheth with his teeth, and pineth away: and I spake to thy disciples that they should cast him out; and they could not. He answereth him and saith, O faithless generation, how long shall I be with you? how long shall I suffer you? bring him unto me. (Mark 9:17-19)
NIV: A man in the crowd answered, "Teacher, I brought you my son, who is possessed by a spirit that has robbed him of speech. Wherever it seizes him, it throws him to the ground. He foams at the mouth, gnashes his teeth, and becomes rigid. I asked your disciples to drive out the spirit, but they could not." "You unbelieving generation," Jesus replied, "how long shall I stay with you? How long shall I put up with you? Bring the boy to me." (Mark 9:17-19)
O faithless generation. You unbelieving generation. How long shall I suffer you? How long shall I put up with you?
I laughed. I could not stop myself. I kind of imagined him rolling his eyes, too. Jesus, who is God's only son, connected to Him through the Holy Trinity, who had endless patience with which to teach and so much love that he gave his life for us, says "How long shall I suffer you?"
So, even Jesus got exasperated with people. But he didn't storm off. He didn't yell, or scream, or curse them. Instead, his endless love prevailed so that God could be glorified: "Bring him unto me." He healed the boy anyway.
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