Now a man crippled from birth was being carried to the temple gate called Beautiful, where he was put every day to beg from those going into the temple court.
There are many cripples in the world.
They sit in the same place every day doing the same thing. They beg. They plead. They hold out their hands to the regular passers-by. Their world never changes. They have no dreams. This is it. It doesn’t get better than this.
This man with no name was put in the same place by his friends at the beginning of the day. At the end of the day he was picked up and taken home. But this was no ordinary place. Josephus the historian writes of it, ‘the gate was made of Corinthian bronze … It was the largest gate, it’s height was 75 feet, its doors were 50 feet and its decoration magnificent.’ Sometimes your environment and what you are facing each day makes you even more dwarfed than your crippled state. He was ugly and sat at Beautiful.
This event could have been approximately 2 years after Pentecost. This man was here every day all that time. Many worshippers would have either thrown him some coins or just walked past him into the Temple. Even perhaps the disciples like Peter and John. The feeling of rejection maybe scorn was a common pattern to his life. He got used to it. His crippled state crippled his mentality too.
Spare a thought today to those who have to resort to what this man was doing. If you see them don’t walk on by. Today could be a beautiful day if you stopped and noticed them.