“We have to take him to Jesus.” The other three men stare at their friend with confusion in their eyes. “Jesus?” They ask. On the floor, groaning, lies a paralyzed man. A childhood friend. A brother.   “Yes, Jesus. I have heard that He is back in Capernaum again. In Peter’s house. In every town that He has been to, He has healed many people. They say He is Messiah. He will heal our friend as well.” “Peter’s house is on the other side of town. How do you suppose we get him there? We don’t have a wagon!” “We will carry him there on his bed.” The walk to Peter’s house are challenging. It is scorching and the paralyzed man seems to gain a few pounds with every ten meters. In their haste, they forgot to bring water.  Resting along the way, is not an option. His groans have turned to whining and begging. Years of being bedridden have taken its toll on his body. This trip might even kill him. After three hours they reach Peter’s humble little house near the wa