Ten lepers were cleansed, one returned to give thanks.
There’s something about being sick, either chronically or terminally, that robs a person of an identity separate from that illness. In a world where we often mistake cures for healing, this story forced us to explore what makes the one who returned well in a way the other nine somehow missed.
Ten lepers were cleansed, one returned to give thanks.
There’s something about being sick, either chronically or terminally, that robs a person of an identity separate from that illness. In a world where we often mistake cures for healing, this story forced us to explore what makes the one who returned well in a way the other nine somehow missed.