Day Twelve

Day Twelve // March 2 // Healing

“In my deepest wound I saw Your glory, and it dazzled me.” – St. Augustine of Hippo –

It’s one of my favorite things about Jesus’ healing ministry: that He touched the people He cared for. He touched the untouchable and loved the unlovable. Certainly, the Lord was powerful enough that He could’ve just prayed over them. He probably could’ve just thought about their healing and had it accomplished. But Jesus knew something that we only strain to know: the healing power of touch. The necessity of touch.

His were hands used for extraordinary means: to convey the very power of God into the world His hands had created: to love it, to serve it, to give His life for it. His hands had the power to bind up and to set loose. And, if we’re honest, we have to confess that we all have needs; we all have brokenness; we all have places that

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we need Jesus to touch. We all have places that we need Jesus to heal. And He’s capable – even right now – of doing so: the same hands that cleansed the temple want to cleanse our souls.

But our hands were given us not simply to receive. We were granted hands to give, as well. As it’s been said, God takes a hand wherever He finds one willing. He takes the hand of a bishop and ordains a pastor. He takes the hand of a doctor and relieves pain. He takes the hand of a mother and guides a child. He takes the hand of a friend and comforts a hurting neighbor. Look at your hands. They’re all different: worn, creased, strong or weak… they’re all different, but they are all hands strong enough to be touched and to be used by the Spirit. We all have a job to do in the Kingdom of God – an occupation far surpassing any preoccupation this world may offer – for those are just blinders to our real call, blinders to our real purpose for living: to be the hands of the Savior reaching out to the least, the lonely, and the lost; binding up what’s broken and setting right all that’s wrong!