“When Jesus came into Peter’s house, he saw Peter’s mother-in-law lying in bed with a fever. He touched her hand and the fever left her, and she got up and began to wait on him.”
This is another one of those instances where I read the Bible and my imagination goes crazy. I have to admit, the words “mother-in-law” are what initially caught my attention, but after reading and re-reading this verse, I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe Peter wasn’t the only one in the family that should have been granted sainthood.
Basic logic skills and common sense dictate that where there is a mother-in-law, there is a spouse, and at this point, Peter had left his spouse (and the career that supported said spouse) to follow some whackjob who thought he was the Messiah. Now I’m not a mom (yet), but I’ve observed some moms and know that there is nothing they won’t do to make sure their children–no matter how old–are taken care of and safe. I also know that once their child marries, they expect to not have to continue providing for that child. And that if someone does something to hurt that child by…oh, I don’t know…quitting their job and leaving their family without notice to lope around the countryside after some self-proclaimed prophet…that mother will be a force to be reckoned with if and when Dodo-Brain ever comes back.
Maybe she bit her tongue because she was staying in Peter’s house. Maybe she thought she could talk some sense into him. Maybe she had heard some of the stories about Jesus and thought, “Perhaps Simon (his given name) isn’t a dodo-brain after all.” She could have had lofty dreams about moving into a palace someday. Who knows? The Bible doesn’t go into any conversations between her and Peter; it just says she was at his house, she had a fever, Jesus healed her of it, and then she waited on him. If you read on, you find that later that evening, the entire friggin’ town showed up to see Jesus. If I was her, I would be ticked. I would think to myself, “He wasn’t healing me to be nice. He wanted me to take care of all these lunatics in my living room.”
And then I would have had a nervous breakdown.