Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction
Healed by Faith
The royal official trudged along, his walk from Capernaum to Cana becoming more and more difficult with each step. He had heard from a couple Galileans about a man called Jesus who had turned water into wine at a wedding. They had called it a miracle, and upon hearing about this man, the royal official knew he had to talk to him. He knew if Jesus couldn't help his son, then no-one could.
The royal official kicked at a rock lying on the dirt road, and watched as it rolled a few feet away. When he had first started out for Cana, he steps had been quick and light, eager to reach his destination. But now, as he reached his second day of traveling, his worries about his son had him feeling heavy and sorrowful.
When the royal official heard the voices of a crowd, he looked up to see he had come upon a large group of people. They were focusing there attention on somebody walking in their midst. Standing on tiptoes, the royal official caught a glimpse of the man in the center, and instantly he knew it to be the man they called Jesus. Running forward, he pushed his way through the crowd, until he was standing beside the kind looking man.
Reaching for the man's robe, the royal official said, "Are you the one they call Jesus?"
The man nodded, his brown hair moving as he did so. His eyes were kind, with a depth to them that the royal official had never seen before. They seemed to stare right into his mind, knowing what he was going to say before he even said it.
"I am." Replied Jesus, his statement simple and voice caring.
"Please Jesus, you have to come heal my son! He is dying, I need your help." The royal official fell to his knees and begged, still clutching at Jesus's robes.
The crowds around Jesus grew quiet, as they waited to hear what he would say.
"Unless you people see miraculous signs and wonders," Jesus told him, "You will never believe."
The royal official said, "Sir, come now before my child dies!" His face held hope, and despair. Both etched so deeply in the mans life that it hurt.
Jesus gazed down at him kindly. Placing his hand on the officials head, he replied, "You may go. Your son will live."
The royal official believed him whole heartedly, and standing up he turned to go.
A day and a night later, the man was was but an hour from his home when two of his servants met him on the road.
"Sir, there is no need to fear, for your son is very much alive!" Said one, a smile on his face.
The royal official fell to his knees and closed his eyes. With his hands against the earth, he called out, "Oh thank you Jesus! Thank you!"
Then, opening his eyes he looked to his servants and asked, "What time did my son get well?"
"It was the seventh hour, sir." Replied the second servant, standing but a few feet away.
As he stood up, the official realized that this was the same time Jesus had said, "Your son will live."
From then on, the royal official and his household believed in Jesus, for the miracle he had worked affected them like no other.
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