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Chapter 10 (v.1) - I was that Outcast!

Submitted: July 15, 2019

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Submitted: July 15, 2019




And in the morning, rising a great while before day, Jesus departed into a solitary place, and there He prayed, followed later by Simon and a handful of others. It was not out of the ordinary for Jesus to take His leave alone, but today was different. Crowds pressed in looking for Jesus and what He could do for them.

Simon slipped out with a few of the men and found Jesus, "All men seek for thee."

And he said unto them, "Let us go into the next towns, that I may preach there also: for therefore came I forth." And thus, he preached in their synagogues throughout all Galilee and cast out devils.

"Unclean! Unclean!" Amir cried out as loud as his voice would cooperate, lifting a gnarled, half decomposed hand to his lips. It wasn't unheard of that the clean would pass by the leprous. Sometimes the only reason Amir walked the dusty stretch was to see another soul. Leprous was a lonely disease. Cast out from society, and with a good reason for leprosy was contagious. Every time he had to cry out, as was the law of the leprous, "Unclean!", the spittle that flew against his hand was reminder enough that contact between him and another would never happen. He'd forgotten what it felt like to embrace, to feel skin against his, friend, foe, or love. He'd forgotten what it was like to not be an outcast. He'd forgotten what it felt like to be looked upon as a human, and not a grotesque, deformed thing the majority of the passer's by averted their eyes from. In truth, to have them avert their eyes was kindness. It was better than being mocked. And yet, he still did his walk. Maybe, just maybe one day a smile would be returned for his.

Despite being far from society, to keep pure from the impure, news had reached the leprous society that there was a Man who healed, who had compassion on the diseased, deformed, possessed

Despite being far from society, to keep pure from the impure, news had reached the leprous society that there was a Man who healed, who had compassion on the diseased, deformed, possessed. He didn't know what He looked like, besides His Name. Amir squinted into the sunlight that only illuminated his grotesque at the small band of men coming his way, passing by.

"Unclean!" He had no pride left, yet he still swallowed, dropping his hand just long enough to cry out, "Jesus?"

Jesus turned His head toward the man who called out His Name. Sin ravaged. The fall had created a world that groaned under the weight of it. Diseases that were never to be clutched the souls He'd created.


"Jesus!" Amir cried, hobbling towards Him, kneeling, "If thou wilt, thou canst make me clean."

And Jesus, moved with compassion, put forth his hand, and touched him, and saith unto him, "I will; be thou clean." And as soon as he had spoken, immediately the leprosy departed from him, and he was cleansed. And he straitly charged him, and forthwith sent him away; And saith unto him, "See thou say nothing to any man: but go thy way, shew thyself to the priest, and offer for thy cleansing those things which Moses commanded, for a testimony unto them."

But Amir began to publish it much, all the way to the priest, and to blaze abroad the matter, insomuch that Jesus could no more openly enter into the city, but was without in desert places: and they came to him from every quarter.


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