So Jesus came again to Cana of Galilee where He had made the water wine. And there was a certain guy whose son was sick at Capernaum. So he went to Jesus and implored Him to come down and heal his son, for he was at the point of death.
The guy said to Him, “Sir, come down before my child dies!” Jesus said to him, “Go your way; your son lives.” There was no insistence that Jesus come and wave His hands over the child, or perform some incredible stunt, just simple faith on this man’s behalf. So the man believed the word that Jesus spoke to him, and he went his way. And as he was now going down, his servants met him and told him, saying, “Your son lives!” Then he inquired of them the hour when he got better.
And they said to him, “Yesterday at the seventh hour the fever left him.” So the father knew that it was at the same hour in which Jesus said to him, “Your son lives.” And he himself believed, and his whole household. Two polar opposite declarations: One said, “My child dies!” and the other said, “Your son lives!” Note there was no hesitation on the part of Jesus to speak this word of healing, despite Him chastening the crowd for seeking signs and wonders. I believe Jesus did it merely because He loved the boy and his father.