Saturday, July 18, 2015

Mark 6:55-56

And wherever he went, into villages or cities or farms, they laid the sick in the market-places, and begged him that they might touch even the fringe of his cloak; and all who touched it were healed.

Healing … again

Places of healing are everywhere, an office conversation, a brief phone call, a post-surgical celebration with a woman who has just been given her life back, or just a bit of time … with a friend whose voice quiets your heart.

All of them … healing, and there appears to be no need to speak of God, for what has God to do with any of these things? They can all be explained without reference to God.

But God for me is not an outside intruder who occasionally intervenes in the crazy mess of living. I don’t think I have ever really believed in that God.

But there is Another who haunts me wherever go, a power and presence of healing love constantly working within the everyday flow of time and events.

There is Another who can be found anywhere and everywhere human souls are truly human, touching hearts thought hands and hugs, words and knowing looks that exchange love and free the heart.

God is built in to the processes of life and is known in every ounce of love and every life-enhancing moment that touches and lifts our souls. And all who are touched are healed. This is the way it works. We are healed in the touching.

We hunger for the healing touch of the Love who labors in all of life—and each of us—seeking to be known and expressed in every soul.

We seek souls in whom Love breathes, hearts who welcome our own, knowing in themselves the indescribable ache and exquisite beauty of being a human soul, needing as we the touch of a hand, a calming voice, a presence who makes real the Presence who heals the inner ache.

Wherever Jesus went they begged to touch him.

Technology changes, our machines and medicine are better than ever, and we have more knowledge than our forebears could imagine. But we still ache to touch and be healed by The Other who is pleased to touch us … in simple moments and loving hearts.

Pr. David L. Miller