He had no home because he himself had become an airbnb to a host of demonic spirits. So many, in fact, when Jesus asked the man his name, he replied, “Legion.” And he wore no clothes. So consumed by evil passions, nakedness brought no shame. Many times they had bound him with chains and shackles, but their battle wasn’t with flesh and blood, and the powers of this present darkness within him easily broke their restraints and would drive the man into the desert.
No home, no clothes, no community. A force beyond contending with. A madman to be feared. A tormented soul in need of deliverance.
And Jesus commanded the unclean spirit to come out of the man. And when the Son of the Most High God speaks, even the forces of hell obey.
In a sense, not much for me to really closely identify with. Though it reminds me that we wrestle not with flesh and blood (Eph 6:12), and that greater is He that is in me then he that is in the world (1Jn. 4:4), can’t say–at least that I’m aware–that I’ve ever been home to any of Legion’s friends.
But I once was lost. I once was slave to the sinful nature. Though I may have tried to cover up my iniquity with pathetic fig leaves of my own making, before Him who sees all things I was naked. And, though I may not have recognized it, now having tasted the living water, I once was quite comfortable living in the desert of separation from the Author of Life.
And so, while I may not be able to closely relate to Legion, I can relate to the man “from whom the demons had gone.”
Then people went out to see what had happened, and they came to Jesus and found the man from whom the demons had gone, sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed and in his right mind . . . ”
(Luke 8:35 ESV)
Sitting at the feet of Jesus. Clothed and in his right mind.
Isn’t that the testimony of all, who by God’s grace, have been rescued from the bondage of sin?
No longer living in the place of death, but sitting at the feet of Jesus. No longer banished to the desert, but sitting at the feet of Jesus. No longer in fear of being face-to-face with the holy God of all creation. But sitting at the feet of Jesus.
No longer naked. But clothed. Clothed with the garments of salvation, covered with the robe of righteousness (Isa. 61:10). Not a righteousness of my own making. But the righteousness of God, credited to my account because I am in Christ, the One who knew no sin but was made to be sin for us (2Cor. 5:21).
No longer sentenced to try and navigate life through the clouded futility of a darkened mind. But given the mind of Christ (1Cor. 2:16). No longer destined to be conformed to the devilish, destructive, and dying ways of this world, but able to be transformed through the renewing of the mind (Rom. 12:2). A mind renewed by the word of God, as it is illuminated by the Spirit of God, as I abide at the feet of the Son of God
Sitting at the feet of Jesus. Clothed and in my right mind.
Only by His grace. Only for His glory.