Dear soul that feels desperate for healing,
Pain causes us to cry out, doesn’t it? Sometimes you might feel like you’re screaming, terrified about the consequences of never being healed.
Maybe your heart needs healing, or your mind. Maybe it’s your body, or your emotional health. Maybe it’s a relationship, a marriage.
For years I struggled with sickness – physical sickness that meant stomach aches and headaches, joint pain and anxiety. I was desperate for healing.
But sometimes, it is not enough. Sometimes the voices of doctors scream louder, full of hopelessness and years of more pain. Sometimes society yells, claiming that you should be a certain way, feel a certain way, act a certain way, take a certain drug. And sometimes it’s your own withered soul, desperate for healing and slipping away under the pain of misunderstanding.
Can I try to comfort you with the biggest truth of all?
Jesus is a healer.
Jesus longs to be with you in your pain, to stand by you in your suffering, to make sense of your sickness.
Jesus is a healer.
Matthew 9:20-22 tells the story of a woman who bled for years and years. Jesus healed her.
Mark 2:9-12 speaks of a miracle when it describes the day a crippled man walked. Jesus healed him.
John 9:6-7 is a story of a blind man who comes to see. How? Jesus healed his sight.
Matthew 8:1-4 talks about the remarkable day that a man was cleansed from his leprosy. Jesus did that cleansing.
Luke 6:6-11 mentions a man with a withered hand that experienced new life again. That withered hand – Jesus made it new.
That pain? It’s of the devil.
And you know what I think? I think that the devil is real scared about letting Jesus anywhere that pained place. Why? Because Jesus heals.
My story of pain is nothing like that of some. It is simple. Fairly short. But Jesus healed with answers.
I struggled with physical sickness for about 12 years. Never to the point of hospitalization or surgeries, but to the point of missing school for extended periods, trying lots of different medicines, and spending more time in the doctors office than any child would like. Throughout my childhood and continuing all the way through high school, I was often the “sick kid.” In college, at a breaking point of pain and fatigue, I cried to the university clinic nurse who had sympathy on my weak self. Small steps forward took me to a specialist for more blood work, then an endoscopy. Days later, I had a diagnosis – an autoimmune disorder called celiac disease. The cure is a gluten-free diet, nothing else. So since that day, I have tried my hardest not to eat even a crumb of gluten.
Some may not call my story healing. Some may say that healing occurs when the disease is gone, when you never have flare-ups, when eating a little gluten by accident doesn’t cause extreme sickness.
And I say no. I say that healing happened that day when the doctor told me there was a way I could control my sickness. Jesus intervened with a nurse who truly cared, and doctors who took the time to research my sickness the right way.
You see, Jesus heals. He longs to heal – whether through answers, restored relationships, miracles, or a specific diet.
Do you feel desperate for healing? Do you believe that Jesus longs to heal you, to take away your pain, to comfort you – maybe not in the way you expect?