I read my dear friend’s text: “You are being healed.”
“I don’t feel healed,” I respond.
There are days when I feel light and whole and days that are dark with the reality of my humanity, the knowledge that I’m damaged and fragmented and that only God can repair the broken places.
She and I dialogue a bit about healing and she reminds me of this story:
“And Elisha sent a messenger to him, saying, ‘Go and wash in the Jordan seven times, and your flesh shall be restored, and you shall be clean.’ But Naaman was angry and went away, saying, ‘Behold, I thought that he would surely come out to me and stand and call upon the name of the LORD his God, and wave his hand over the place and cure the leper. Are not Abana and Pharpar, the rivers of Damascus, better than all the waters of Israel? Could I not wash in them and be clean?’ So he turned and went away in a rage. But his servants came near and said to him, ‘My father, it is a great word the prophet has spoken to you; will you not do it? Has he actually said to you, “Wash, and be clean”?’ So he went down and dipped himself seven times in the Jordan, according to the word of the man of God, and his flesh was restored like the flesh of a little child, and he was clean.”
2 Kings 5:8-14
My western mind is trained to want things fast and easy. How like Naaman I am. How I wish God would wave His hand and boom, Alakazam!- I’m fixed.
But the reality is that, more often than not, healing is slow, measured. It takes effort; you have to make a choice to get into the waters.
And sometimes you have to wash in the waters more than once.
Because there will be always be another area that needs healing. Always.
Because we are human and frail and because this isn’t our final destination, the road will always meet us with obstacles. People will disappoint us, hurt us. Circumstances will fail to meet our expectations. Our bodies will give out.
So again I’m faced with a decision: go to the waters or stay where I am.
I close my eyes and ask Jesus where He is. The picture immediately comes to my mind: He’s in the water. Not outside it, not waiting on the edge. No, He’s in the water, beckoning me to come and join Him. There’s a smile spread wide across His face.
And here’s the revelation: Jesus isn’t afraid of getting my dirt on Him.
When He heals, he is close, doesn’t care if the water gets murky. Here is the God-Man who wasn’t afraid of spit and a little dirt. He didn’t mind the bleeding woman grabbing his garment. His hands freely, willingly touched lepers.
And He’ll touch me too. Because my issues and ailments are no match for His compassion, His mercy. For it is His delight to heal, His utter joy to make things right.
I go once again to the waters, say yes to the healing, with Jesus by my side.
Come everyone, come to the waters… Wash and be healed.