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Luke 13:10-17
10He was teaching in one of the synagogues on the Sabbath day.
11Behold, there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years, and she was bent over, and could in no way lift herself up.
12When Jesus saw her, he called her, and said to her, "Woman, you are freed from your infirmity."
13He laid his hands on her, and immediately she stood up straight, and glorified God.
14The ruler of the synagogue, being moved with indignation because Jesus had healed on the Sabbath, answered to the multitude, "There are six days in which men ought to work. Therefore come on those days and be healed, and not on the Sabbath day!"
15Therefore the Lord answered him, "You hypocrites! Doesn`t each one of you free his ox or his donkey from the stall on the Sabbath, and lead him away to water?
16Ought not this woman, being a daughter of Abraham, whom Satan had bound eighteen long years, to have been freed from this bondage on the Sabbath day?"
17As he said these things, all his adversaries were put to shame, and all the multitude rejoiced for all the glorious things that were done by him.
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Luke 13:10-17 asks who benefits and who bleeds; God’s good news always has a direction—toward the marginalized.
In Luke 13:10-17, God’s covenant faithfulness outlasts human failure and calls forth obedience—today, not someday.
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