Have I None
Peter reached deep into the pocket of his tunic and turned up a wad of lint where a coin should be.
That’s what I like to think, anyway.
The man whose feet and ankles would not support him — leaving him to the limited care of others who would carry him to sit by the gate and beg the equally limited mercy of yet others who would pass by him — he asked Peter and John for alms and I like to think Peter first dug deep into his pocket in search of something substantive to give him.
The text doesn’t say so. I just like to think it sits there between the lines the Spirit found fit to put into print.
It does say his pockets were empty though — Peter had to confess he had no silver or gold to give to the man.
And I wonder if Peter had slid the loose change off his dresser that morning and dropped the coins into his hip pocket, would he have flipped a silver medallion over to the man curled there on his tattered mat in the roadside dust? Would he have met him at his immediate need, giving him enough for a chunk of bread and flask of wine and then hurried along with John into the temple for prayer?
He couldn’t order lunch for the man from the temple bistro and tell the waiter to put it on his tab. So he ordered him to his feet in the name of Jesus of Nazareth instead.
If Peter’s pockets bulged with his own resources, would the miracle have crossed his mind?
When was the last time you left home without your stuff, and a better thing happened because you had none?
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