"..i've crossed these battle lines too many timesit passes through the heart
but it never leaves a mark
'cause your love just keeps on healing me
no matter how i bruise
if i just trust you
your love just keeps on healing me
one more cure, one more chance that wasn't there before
in your arms no pain can harm the way im feeling
'coz i know that your love is healing.."
- "healing", deniece williams
there is no single person on this planet who does not need healing. every one of us is sick. maybe not physically.. but each one has his or her own infirmities. each one has a weakness. and each one has his or her own hurting story. i suppose that's why everytime someone like fr. fernando suarez comes along, people are willing to wait 8 hours or more.. just to experience God's healing touch through His priest.
irony of ironies, though.. it isn't always easy to accept healing. sometimes, even though we say we want to be healed, we aren't always willing to take the risk. because healing *does* involve taking a lot of risks. healing is not a passive activity. it takes both the healer and the sick person to get rid of the disease. before any real healing can take place, we need to ask for help. and that is risky business.
to ask for help means that (1) we admit that we are sick; (2) we want to get well; and (3) we will do everything necessary to avoid getting sick again. and even assuming that we find the strength to ask for help, we still need to summon enough courage to hope. to trust that the healer (1) can make us well; and (2) really wants to heal us.
that said, physical illnesses are probably the easiest to diagnose and cure. just see the doctor.. pop a pill.. get some rest.. and we're back on our feet again.
but emotional wounds.. and afflictions of the spirit are extremely difficult to cure. there are no pills to take. and there are almost no places for rest. the world is never a safe refuge for a bleeding heart. and when you're in pain, there's almost no room to breathe. life just keeps throwing more pain your way.
difficult though they may be to cure, these wounds can definitely be healed. sometimes, though, before true healing can begin, we have to endure the bitter taste of the medicine.. the sharp needle sting of the antidote. it may hurt a whole lot.. and it may seem to make things worse. for a while. but afterwards, relief comes. and the world becomes a better, brighter place to be in.
we just have to hang in there.. to keep believing.. to keep hoping.. that the suffering we go through has a purpose. that the hurts and pains we feel may actually be the medicine we need to be rid of our sickness at last. that eventually, we will be healed.. in more ways than one.
irony of ironies, though.. it isn't always easy to accept healing. sometimes, even though we say we want to be healed, we aren't always willing to take the risk. because healing *does* involve taking a lot of risks. healing is not a passive activity. it takes both the healer and the sick person to get rid of the disease. before any real healing can take place, we need to ask for help. and that is risky business.
to ask for help means that (1) we admit that we are sick; (2) we want to get well; and (3) we will do everything necessary to avoid getting sick again. and even assuming that we find the strength to ask for help, we still need to summon enough courage to hope. to trust that the healer (1) can make us well; and (2) really wants to heal us.
that said, physical illnesses are probably the easiest to diagnose and cure. just see the doctor.. pop a pill.. get some rest.. and we're back on our feet again.
but emotional wounds.. and afflictions of the spirit are extremely difficult to cure. there are no pills to take. and there are almost no places for rest. the world is never a safe refuge for a bleeding heart. and when you're in pain, there's almost no room to breathe. life just keeps throwing more pain your way.
difficult though they may be to cure, these wounds can definitely be healed. sometimes, though, before true healing can begin, we have to endure the bitter taste of the medicine.. the sharp needle sting of the antidote. it may hurt a whole lot.. and it may seem to make things worse. for a while. but afterwards, relief comes. and the world becomes a better, brighter place to be in.
we just have to hang in there.. to keep believing.. to keep hoping.. that the suffering we go through has a purpose. that the hurts and pains we feel may actually be the medicine we need to be rid of our sickness at last. that eventually, we will be healed.. in more ways than one.
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