Luke 17:11-19 · Ten Healed of Leprosy
I Should Have Written That "Thank You Note"
Luke 17:11-19
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by King Duncan
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There you are with nine other lepers. What a terrible disease. First the loss of feeling, then the loss of hair, feet, hands, nose, eyes, etc. Your own family treats you like some grotesque monster. You subsist on alms given by strangers. From time to time you cry out, “Unclean, unclean,” to warn away the unsuspecting. What a dread, dread disease this leprosy. 

Misery loves company, though. Thank God for these fellow lepers. Deep in your heart you long for the company of whole persons, persons who have not been so disfigured. But that day is over. You will never hold your wife or your children again. You have only the company of other lepers. At least the ten of you can band together, comfort one another, even make sad jokes about your sorrow. 

There you are with nine other lepers. You have taken up your daily vigil beside the road leading from Galilee and Samaria to Jerusalem. Such an occupation is conducive to day-dreaming. Perhaps a wealthy and generous stranger will pass by, and bestow upon you a princely sum of money. Well, it could happen. It is nice to dream. 

Meanwhile someone has spotted a stranger approaching. He doesn’t look too prosperous though. He is followed by some other men. Someone in your group recognizes him. “He is a famous Rabbi,” your friend whispers, “and those are his disciples.” Someone else speaks up, “I’ve heard about him. I hear that he is a healer. Maybe he will help us.” 

“It’s worth a try,” says another, and begins to cry out, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.” Others join in the chorus, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.”

The Rabbi pauses a moment on his journey. He turns to you and your friends with a compassionate expression on his face and says simply, “Go and show yourselves to the priests.”

Under the Old Testament law it was the Temple priest, not a physician, who alone had the authority to pronounce a leper cured. So you and your nine friends dare to dream the impossible dream, and you make your way toward the temple to show yourself to the priests. You stumble only a few paces until the healing power of the Master begins to make itself felt. You can scarcely believe what’s happening to you. It’s too good to be true. But it is true. You feel new strength in your limbs. The terrible spots and sores are disappearing. Now all of you are laughing and cheering. One member of the band does a little dance in the middle of the road. You are slapping each other on the back and hugging one another. You are almost delirious with joy. Soon the priest would be pronouncing you clean once again. Soon you would be able to rejoin your family. You quicken your pace as you make way toward Jerusalem. It is true—amazingly, miraculously, fantastically true—you are healed. The Rabbi has done it. 

But wait. One of your number is missing. Where could he be? Later you encounter him in the Temple. His face is shining with a radiant glow. “Where have you been?” you ask. He tells his story. “When I saw I was healed I couldn’t help myself. I began praising God with all my might. And then I remembered that I had not said thank you to the Rabbi who had healed me. And so I ran back to where he was and I fell on my face and gave thanks. I was surprised to see a disturbed look on his face. I guess he was not used to a Samaritan bowing at the feet of a Jew. I heard him say to his friends, ‘Were not ten cleansed? Where are the nine? Was no one found to return and give praise to God except this foreigner?’” 

When your friend walks away you silently bury your face in your hands. “Why didn’t I go back?” you ask yourself. “Why didn’t I at least go back and say, ‘Thanks.’” 

Have you ever found yourself in such a position? Have you ever forgotten to say, “Thank you?” 

An article once appeared in the Houston Chronicle. It concerned a Mrs. Roy Alvarez. On this fateful day Mrs. Alvarez saw her son, Roy Alvarez, Jr., 10, being swept to his death by a vicious riptide at a place called Rollover Pass. Roy, Jr. had simply been walking in the surf when the riptide swept him away. It was a tragedy about to happen. Young Roy had never learned to swim and his doom seemed certain.  

Then a Boy Scout (Mrs. Alvarez recalls his name was “Rudolf”) ran out and grabbed Roy, trying to hold his head above water. But the scout was in danger of drowning himself.

Then an onlooker, an unknown man, stepped into the surf, fully clothed. He took Roy from the Boy Scout, who, exhausted, began making his way back to shore. This unknown man held onto Roy when the riptide rolled them both under and into the jagged underwater rocks. And then this unknown stranger gave Roy back to his hysterical mother and trembling father. The last thing they saw of the stranger, he was limping along the beach trailing blood. 

Mrs. Alvarez was calmer the following day. She called the Houston Chronicle and told them the story, and she said of the stranger:  “He was hurt and we didn’t even get his name. Will you please tell him how grateful we are? Will you thank him for us—thank him for giving me back my son?” (1) 

Mrs. Alvarez wanted to say thank you, but she was understandably overwrought with emotion. Surely that was true of some of these lepers whom Jesus healed. They would have said “thank you” but they were too caught up in the emotion of the moment. So only one of the ten returned to express his gratitude. 

Why is it important to take the time to say thank you? There are some practical lessons here that some of us need to learn. 

Saying thank you, first of all, is a sign of character. None of us has much respect for the person unwilling to take the time to say thanks. 

A man was choking on a bone.  Immediately he called for a doctor, who removed it.  The victim asked, “So what do I owe you?” 

Replied the doctor, “How about the amount you were ready to pay while the bone was still in your throat?” How quickly we forget. 

Some of us have knelt before God and made all kinds of fantastic requests in our hours of need—some of which have been granted. What kind of people are we if we have not been equally as eager to pour out our expressions of gratitude? 

Some of you may remember a major league baseball player named Steve Carlton. Carlton was a four-time Cy Young Award winner. At one time he was considered by the experts to be baseball’s most effective pitcher. He was also its highest paid pitcher at over one million dollars per year. Remember, this was more than 40 years ago.

What is not widely known is that in 1973 after a season in which he went 13 and 20, Steve Carlton asked the Philadelphia Phillies to renegotiate his contract, which was a binding long-term contract that could only be broken by mutual consent. That’s not unusual. Athletes ask to renegotiate contracts already signed all the time. The difference is that Steve asked the Phillies to REDUCE his salary because of his bad year. How’s that for character? Steve was grateful for the opportunity to play baseball and he expressed his gratitude in a concrete way. Having had a bad year, he did not want to take advantage of the team that employed him.  

Saying thanks is an expression of character. Jesus praised the Samaritan who came back to say thanks. “Your faith has made you well,” said the Master. Jesus appreciated character wherever he saw it. He knew that this was a quality individual and he acknowledged that quality. Saying thank you is a sign of character. 

Also, saying thanks makes us better people. A little ironic perhaps, but it is true. We express gratitude because we are people of character and saying thanks, in turn, enhances our character. 

In 1920 Lewis Lawes was made warden of Sing Sing prison. Conditions there were frightful in those days, and Lawes was later to become famous for the humanitarian reforms he instituted. Lawes gave much of the credit, however, to his wife, Kathryn. Kathryn Lawes treated the prisoners as human beings. She would take her three small children and sit with them, gangsters, murderers, racketeers and the rest, while they played baseball and basketball. She found a blind prisoner in utter despair, so she had him taught Braille and brought in Braille books for him to read. She learned sign language to talk with a deaf-mute prisoner.  When people asked her if she was afraid she replied, “We care for the boys and they care for us.”

One day in 1937 Kathryn Lawes was killed in a car accident. Next day her body lay in a casket in a house a quarter of a mile outside the prison wall. The acting warden found hundreds of prisoners crowded around the main gate. He knew what they wanted. He said to them, “I’m going to trust you, boys. You can go to the house.” Then he opened the gate. No count was taken. No guards were posted. That night every single man returned to prison. (2) 

The acting warden was wise. He knew that those convicts needed some means of expressing their appreciation for what Kathryn Lawes had meant to them. They expressed that appreciation not only in paying their respects before her casket but even more so by living up to her trust by returning to their cells that evening. Expressing thanks not only demonstrates our character, it also enhances our character. But one thing more needs to be said. 

Saying thank you keeps a channel of love open. When we write a “thank you” note, aren’t we in effect saying not only that we are thankful, but also that this relationship is important to us and we want to keep that relationship alive? 

This is why expressing our appreciation to God is so important. Thanksgiving and praise are among the most effective means of keeping open the channels of communication, the wellsprings of relationship between ourselves and God. 

Of course, the most effective way of expressing our gratitude to God is to pass His blessings to someone else. A man was on vacation with his son’s family at a rented cottage on the New England seashore.  On the first day of his vacation, he was out in the yard digging a hole.  He was putting out a small plant.  As his son observed this strenuous work, he asked his Dad why he was going to such effort to put out a plant when this was not even their cottage. They would not even be returning the next year. The father replied, “Somebody will be here.” 

“What kind of plant is it?” the son asked. 

“A century plant,” his father replied. 

“A century plant?  You mean it won’t bloom for a hundred years?” the son asked.

“Not that long,” the father explained, “Maybe twenty or thirty years.” 

The son was astonished.  “Why in the world would you come out on this hot morning on your vacation in a rented cottage to put out a plant that won’t even bloom for twenty years?” 

The father paused and looked up at his son.  “I saw one the other day, and realized that someone twenty or thirty years ago wanted to share it with me.  And so he planted it for my enjoyment.  Some day, I said to myself, I’m going to plant one so that people will enjoy it after I’m gone. And that’s what I’m doing this morning. (3)  

How is the best way to say thank you? It is to pass on our blessings to others. It happens in families all the time. How do we express our gratitude to our parents for the sacrifices they have made in our behalf? We tell them we love them, of course. And we show them our respect. But essentially the most important step is to be good parents ourselves. To pass on what we have received. 

So, only one returned to express his gratitude. That is the way life is. But saying thank you is important. It is a sign of character. It also enhances our character. Saying thank you helps keep the channels of love open—with God and with others. The best way to say thank you is to pass on what we have received to others. “Why didn’t I write that thank you note?” It’s not too late. Do it today.


1. From a sermon by Pastor Don Emmitte. 

2. Bits And Pieces. 

3. R. L. Middleton, My Cup Runneth Over (Nashville: Broadman Press), pp. 49-50.

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