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This is one of a number of monologues that I have written for use in worship or some other reflective purpose. This one deals with the events of the healing of the man at the pool by the sheep gate from the point of view of that man. Should you like this and like to have more of my material, please contact me through my website www.rogoofsham.co.uk and I will be happy to send you the complete current collection free of charge.
A Man at the Well at the Sheep Gate
John 5: 1-18
I was just sitting there. Feeling really fed up. I couldn’t do anything else. I hadn’t been able to use my legs for ages. All I could do was to sit. Rejected and neglected. And I wasn’t alone. There were lots of us sitting around that pool. All of us were handicapped or infirm in some way. All day long we’d sit there and watch the water as it was stirred by the breeze in the sunlight. I wasn’t the only one feeling sorry for myself. We were all fed up. It was as if none of us knew any hope at all.
You see we knew that this was a special pool. Every now and then the surface of the water would be stirred more violently by something other than the breeze an angel maybe. Then the first one into the water would be cured of whatever it was that afflicted him. For ages we sat waiting for this to happen. And when it did all these hours of inactivity was replaced by frantic, desperate, movement.
But it was no use to me. I was all on my own. Others had friends and relatives prepared to wait with them. It was always one of those who got into the water first. My helpers were long gone fed up with the waiting. I had given up too. I was never going to get healed. I was going to just sit there until I died.
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