And then the scales fell. Flaky scales fall from his eyes and it all falls away. All the prejudice. All the fire-breathing. All the hatred and discrimination and divisive political rhetoric. All that falls away. And he sees.
You see, people like pharaoh don’t like to be told that they aren’t the final word on everything. When political figures like him don’t get their way, they tend to throw temper tantrums. They dig in their heals, they cross their arms across their chest, they get grumpy, and they lash out and everybody and everything. Nothing is ever their fault and everyone else is to blame. If they don’t get their way, they’re willing to burn the whole place to the ground on their way out.
There are Rizpah’s all around us. Her cry still echoes around us to this day.
Now, here I have to say, I’m really disappointed in Jesus. You know why? Because I think Jesus is asking the wrong question. Instead of asking Peter why he didn’t have enough faith, I think he should have asked the same question to a different person; well, to eleven different persons, if you catch my drift.
Sarah’s laughter is the laughter that is laughed when we discover that nothing is too wonderful for the Lord.