Maybe it’s the journalist in me. Maybe it’s a holdover from my four years in the ultimate oxymoron – military intelligence.
Whatever…my blood pressure rises when I ask someone a question and they answer with a non-answer. Just answer the question, please!
Jesus endured such stuff.
Here’s an example from John 5:
6 When Jesus saw him lying there and realized he had already been there a long time, he said to him, “Do you want to get well?”
7 “Sir,” the disabled man answered, “I have no one to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up, but while I’m coming, someone goes down ahead of me.”
It’s comes across as an excuse. “Ain’t my fault, gots no one to take me down to the pool.” Yet the disabled man addresses Jesus as “Sir,” so he perceives this is not just some random dude.
But why does he not shout, “YES! I want to get well!”
I don’t know.
I just wish he’d answer the question.