Zabenthung Dominic

It was an ordinary afternoon. The sun was warm, the streets were busy, and people were rushing to the temple to pray. Among the crowd sat a man—quiet, tired, and forgotten. His legs had never worked. Since birth, he had never known what it felt like to run, to dance, to even walk. Every day, someone carried him to the temple gate, the same old spot, where he stretched out his hand and hoped for kindness. Not much—just a coin or two to make it through the day.

Then came Peter and John.

Two men with nothing in their pockets—but fire in their hearts. They walked with purpose, not with gold chains or fine robes, but with a treasure far greater.

The man looked up, expecting some coins. Maybe just enough for a piece of bread.
But Peter looked him in the eye—not with pity, but with power—and said words that changed everything:
“Silver or gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth… walk.“

Pause.
The world stood still.
Hope took a deep breath.
And heaven touched earth.

Peter stretched out his hand—not with money, but with mercy. Not with wealth, but with wonder. And the man, once forgotten, once broken, once begging—stood up. His feet held him. His legs danced beneath him. And his soul? His soul sang a song no coin could ever buy.

He walked.
He ran.
He leaped like a child.
And oh, how he praised God! Not just with words—but with every joyful step.

This is not just his story. This is our story.

You see, many of us have no silver. No gold. No big names. No fame. But like Peter, we carry something far greater—we carry the name of Jesus. The name that heals wounds no doctor sees. The name that dries tears no one notices. The name that lifts people who have forgotten how to stand.

You don’t need to be rich to be a miracle.
You don’t need coins to give hope.
You don’t need power to raise someone’s spirit.
You just need love—and the courage to give it away.

In a world that often looks down on the broken, be the hand that lifts.
In a world chasing gold, be the soul that gives God.
In a world full of noise, be the voice that says: “You matter. You are seen. You are loved.”

Because silver may shine. But love glows forever.
Gold may glitter. But kindness lights the soul.

So the next time you feel empty, remember:
You carry a name that still works wonders.
And sometimes, the greatest gift you can give is not in your pocket—but in your heart.

Be like Peter.
Stretch out your hand.
And watch someone walk again.