Aeneas was “bed-ridden” for eight years. He was very acquainted with and dependent upon his bed. It was his home for almost a decade. Aeneas’ bed was his crutch. Sleep was his drug of choice. Bed was a magical place of retreat and isolation from the harsh reality of his crippled condition. Bed eventually became indistinguishable from the disease that kept him there.
Peter crashed through the pitiful relationship between a man and his bed. He made the killing of that unnatural affinity a condition of healing… “Get up and make your bed,” (Acts 9.33-34).
