Or at least I hope that I can say them over my lifetime.
I’m still in self-reflection mode from last year. I know. I should be done by now. I’m not. Sorry to disappoint. Two phrases deal with people and the other deals with God.
“I want to like him/her.” I was asked this past year what I thought about a mutual acquaintance. Honestly, everything I had heard about the person was less than desirable. But the truth of the matter is that perception is not always reality. It rarely is. I heard these words come out of my mouth and couldn’t believe that I had said them. I want to like that person. Regardless of whether or not I have reason to do so, I always want to be open to the Holy Spirit giving me the desire to show God’s love when it’s least reasonable. There’s a subtle nuance here. We can’t always get along with everyone. But we can always desire to get along with everyone. Maybe that’s shooting for the moon or something. It certainly doesn’t come natural to anyone. I suppose that’s why it has to be a point of supernatural surrender.
“There’s a lot you can learn underneath the bus.“ I heard this phrase on some podcast in the last six months. Don’t ask me which one – I can’t remember. But that phrase stuck with me. People will throw you under the bus with little reservation. And the image here is that others who get thrown under the bus often write their words of wisdom on the underside. And there’s a lot to learn there. Sometimes it helps to stay there for a while and reflect. But as you tell your story under the bus, others will tell you theirs. And you’d be amazed at how similar they are sometimes. I’m not a fan of betrayal, hurt, pain, or broken relationships…but I’m beginning to figure out that there are few ways faster to learn about people and about life. It’s like going from dial-up to a T1. Everyone has been under the bus before. And there’s a lot to learn there.
“Either way you and I are still good.” Our church has spent a tremendous amount of time talking about prayer this past year. We’ve shared joy over answered prayers and disappointment with unanswered ones. Somewhere along the way, I started praying this phrase to God…and it’s been my anchor in a few situations. Often times, we don’t start praying for things until they get serious. There are all sorts of reasons for this…I’ll let you figure those out. But whether I start praying early or late, adding this phrase makes all the difference for me personally. Now, people love to pull the ol’ “if it be thy will” out of the hat when they know things could very well be disastrous. As if we’re hedging our bet in some way. But those are not the words of intimate friendship with God. They are the words of someone who doesn’t want to be disappointed. So, now I pray this phrase: “God please heal, help, protect, rescue this that or the other…but either way you and I are still good.” I believe he can do all those things…you aren’t gonna be able to convince me otherwise. But regardless of the outcome, our relationship remains. No matter what happens, God is still my best friend.
So, there you go. I invite you to say these phrases with me in the coming year. Particularly that last one…
He said this: “When I hit the wall of mystery, I have a decision to make. I can say, ‘Well, that’s it for me. I can’t live with or practice what I don’t understand.’ Or I can face that wall of mystery, build a ladder, and see as much on the other side as possible.” None of us have to fully understand healing in order to believe in it. Christians are to start with the heart and then believe with the mind. And if that involves undignified behavior, that’s okay. I agree with Cardinal John Henry Newman. When asked about charlatans, strange religious behavior, and faith healers, he said, “Taking human nature as it is, we must surely concede a little superstition as not the worst of evils, if it be the price of making sure of faith.” I think he has a point.
I found a quote from a 9th century Middle Eastern geographer who said “I once walked the streets counting all that [had visual defects] and it amounted to about one-half the male population. The women I could not count, for they are rigidly veiled” The visually impaired, by that society’s cultural standards, constituted one of the neediest groups, so much so that they had special protection under Mosaic Law. It prevented someone who had been born into a priestly family from exercising his ministry. Over time, all forms of blindness became associated with God’s punishment for human sin because it prevented someone from doing what the Jewish religion valued most: reading the law. So, in the Jewish community, a religious and cultural stigma had to be endured. Jesus strongly objected this – he actually went out of his way to heal the visually impaired. In Luke 4, after reading Isaiah 61 in the synagogue, Jesus had the gall to tell everyone there that his willingness to bring recovery of sight was a sign of his Messiahship.
And we’re not talking about some uneducated or fringe group of society here. The demographic involved was composed of ages 29 to 49 with significant education and higher incomes. The holistic healing movement effectively cancels out the idea that only ignorant or “primitive” people would engage in unconventional healing methods. Suburbia is taking matters into their own hands and those numbers continue to rise today. It wasn’t too long ago that Coretta Scott King, Martin Luther King, Jr.’s widow, made headlines when she took a trip down to Mexico to participate in an experimental cancer study. She had been told her ovarian cancer was incurable. But that wasn’t good enough. She was desperate.
Today we are continuing our series on the healings of Jesus. Specifically today, we are going to talk about Jesus healing people who were desperate.
Talking about healing is really difficult. It makes ministers shake in their boots. And that’s mostly because of the theology involved. When it comes down to it, we must admit that we don’t have a good “theology” of healing. Questions like “Can God heal?” or “Will God heal?” have complex answers. Oftentimes, it’s beyond our grasp. And when we discuss them, we go around and around in circles like a dryer full of clothes at the local Laundromat. That reminds me a lot of my youngest daughter, Annagale. Annagale is a free spirit. We use words like “expressive,” “energetic” and “inspired” to describe her, if you catch my drift. She is always entertaining to be sure. We’ve been working on understanding the Trinity at our house lately, though I don’t think it’s going as well as I hoped. At preschool the other day, the teachers informed me that they were also discussing the Trinity with Annagale’s class. The teacher said, “So, the Trinity is the Father, the Son, and the Holy….” Annagale jumped up and said, “Holy Cow!” So, I suppose everyone’s theology could use a little “tweaking” now and then.