Here I sit in my office in the basement. Earlier this morning I sat at the kitchen table, updating one of my business Web sites. Later on today I expect to sit in my car, at the library, and perhaps on the back porch steps. I could go down in the woods and sit on a stump or on a fallen tree or on the creek bank.

Wherever I may sit, Jesus is there.

That means He is here — sitting with me, as He did with them:

“And Jesus went up into a mountain, and there he sat with his disciples” (John 6:3).

That is such a restful picture to me.

If I can remember that through the day, my own experience shall be restful.

So let me remember that Jesus sits (and walks and lies down) with me.

Here is a man who has been disabled for thirty-eight years. And with seven words, Jesus restores him to wholeness. So the man does as he was told — he walks off carrying his bed.

Is that awesome, or what?

What. That’s what it was to those who valued the letter of the law above the Giver of the law.

“The Jews therefore said unto him that was cured, It is the sabbath day: it is not lawful for thee to carry thy bed” (John 5:10).

Beep! Error! Wrong response!

They absolutely and totally missed it!

Out of tune with God, they couldn’t rejoice in wonder at His love, compassion, and power.

May the Lord open my eyes to His wonders. That ought to cure me of my natural negativity and my ingrained insensitivity.