Jesus went throughout Galilee, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom, and healing every disease and sickness among the people. Matthew 4:23 NIV
Hospice interrupted our drawings. Five and three-year-old fingers gripped Crayola’s while Dad was slipping away. He only had hours and I needed to go. But what do I tell my grandchildren? How do you explain you’re saying good-bye to your dad without frightening them?
They’d already experienced the loss of their grandmother less than a year ago, so they were familiar with good-byes. I wish I could spare them, but these kids are inquisitive and intuitive. While I fumbled for my shoes and waited for their dad to arrive, they asked the question.
“Where are you going Grams?”
“I’ve got to go say good-bye to my Daddy.”
“Where’s he going?”
Gulp! “He’s going to heaven.”
“Because he’s very sick.”
I would have appreciated a simple, “Oh” and been done with it, but my grandkids are smart (just like yours).
“But (my sister) prayed for me when I was sick and Jesus made me better,” he said.
I love how he knows this – how Jesus heals when we pray. I love that he expects the healing, but with my mind preoccupied with Dad’s home-going I found myself almost annoyed. After all how do you explain that God never planned death; that we were meant to live forever until we made bad choices and those choices bring consequences? That sin always leads to death – naturally and supernaturally? How do you explain that to a little boy and girl so they can comprehend it?
I breathed a desperate prayer and the words came. “Well, sometimes when we’re old we get very broken – so broken that only Jesus’ hands can fix us. And, the only way Jesus can fix us when we’re that broken is to take us to heaven.” What? I looked around the room and wondered who said all that.
“Oh,” they said.
I think I needed that conversation more than they did.
After battling COPD for twenty-nine years, my dad succumbed to the disease. He was so very broken, but aware that this world was not his home. As much as he would have loved to stay and watch his family grow, he was ready for Jesus’ healing hands.
Dawn Aldrich Author, Blogger
Welcome to my Blog where I tell you all about Jesus and healings. I started this blog just before 2017. I have to admit I was scared, but I felt God tugging at my heart to do so. I did as you can see and I love telling you all about His healing and miracles that He has done for me, because He can do it for you too!
The scripture Mathew 19:26 says with men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible. I have proof of this, because when I was 20 I was told I had AIDS with two weeks to live. Jesus healed me and I will be going on my 40th birthday in November 2017. Now a published author of 2 books. I thought my life was going to end, but I realized it was just the beginning of something wonderful. I realized it is not about me, but about Jesus! I will tell of all your wonderful works Lord and that is exactly why I made this blog and I hope you will enjoy what miracles I have to tell you on the Healing Hands of Jesus Blog.
A man with leprosy came and knelt before him and said, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.” Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” Immediately he was cleansed of his leprosy.
Matthew 8:2-4 (NIV)
When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, “Woman, you are set free from your infirmity.” Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God.
Luke 13:12-13 (NIV)
I am always amazed at the many stories of the healing hands of Jesus, how he stretched out his hands and laid them upon others—people whom you and I probably would not want to touch. In each situation, Jesus recognized the infirmity before being told what was wrong. He did not have to touch these people; he certainly did healings without physically touching anyone. Yet, there is something affirming about a doctor asking what is wrong, listening to you, and placing his/her hands on you to heal you.
Over the years, I will admit I have never been a fan of going to the doctor. I am a reasonably fit fifty-year-old woman who had never been hospitalized for an illness before. I rarely miss work for an illness; like most working mothers do, I powered through.
On April 6, 2017, however, all of this changed abruptly; I discovered I had breast cancer. I was stunned.
I had always viewed myself as a healthy person, following the normal rules for a healthy lifestyle–a good diet, getting a moderate amount of exercise and sleep, etc. Breast cancer does not run in my family.
How could this have happened to me? I am now past the “stunned silence” phase of my reaction to the news, and have begun the “active resistance” phase. This has meant spending more time at doctors appointments than I ever have in my life.
I am having to change my original view of going to the doctor (i.e. “this is a waste of my time…I’m fine”) to “What am I going to glean from this experience? How am I going to transform this challenging situation into something better for someone else in the future?”
Twenty-Two Pairs Of Hands
Thinking back over the past few weeks, I have had numerous people place their hands upon me in healing. In just my doctor visits alone, I have had approximately twenty-two people touch me—
- checking my blood pressure and vital signs,
- taking my temperature,
- taking blood samples,
- performing mammograms,
- performing breast exams, and
- setting IV line.
All of these activities take place in close proximity, coming in contact with the body in fairly intimate ways. As a patient, it is difficult to make yourself so vulnerable to another person, especially someone you have never met before. Being in the “all together” wearing a drafty hospital gown (or better yet, one of those classy paper vests) does not help, either. To be ill is to put yourself on display in ways you would prefer not to.
Yet, I have also noticed that the vast majority of my health care workers are incredibly empathetic and kind. They hold my wrist gently as they check my pulse. They put their hands on my shoulders and guide me to where I should stand for my X-Ray. They pat my back when coming out of the 30-minute long MRI scan saying, “You were a trooper! You made it!”
They look into my eyes and say, “You are young and healthy. We’re going to come up with a plan, and we’re going to help you through this.”
Not normally lacking for words, I have been rendered speechless many times, finding my eyes filling with tears of gratitude.
Healing Hands Of Jesus For Others
I am preparing myself for numerous more doctor visits and follow-up radiation treatments after my lumpectomy surgery. I have no doubt I will experience more healing hands along the way.
Later on, I hope I can also be the healing hands of Jesus for others by saying, “You have cancer? Me, too. How are you?” And I will reach out my hand and touch their arm in solidarity and love.
Guest Author: Beck Lister
Beck has been an Associate professor of Music at Lebanon Valley College since 2003. For her entire life, she has been part of music and worship in churches in several different denominations. Check out her blog, B-Flat Christian for more of her writing.
And large crowds came to Him, bringing with them those who were lame, crippled, blind, mute, and many others, and they laid them down at His feet; and He healed them.
And the blind and the lame came to Him in the temple, and He healed them.
While the sun was setting, all those who had any who were sick with various diseases brought them to Him; and laying His hands on each one of them, He was healing them.
One day He was teaching; and there were some Pharisees and teachers of the law sitting there, who had come from every village of Galilee and Judea and from Jerusalem; and the power of the Lord was present for Him to perform healing.
But the crowds were aware of this and followed Him; and welcoming them, He began speaking to them about the kingdom of God and curing those who had need of healing.
Jesus was going through all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom, and healing every kind of disease and every kind of sickness.
and large crowds followed Him, and He healed them there.
for He had healed many, with the result that all those who had afflictions pressed around Him in order to touch Him.
Wherever He entered villages, or cities, or countryside, they were laying the sick in the market places, and imploring Him that they might just touch the fringe of His cloak; and as many as touched it were being cured.
who had come to hear Him and to be healed of their diseases; and those who were troubled with unclean spirits were being cured.
“You know of Jesus of Nazareth, how God anointed Him with the Holy Spirit and with power, and how He went about doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with Him.
But the news about Him was spreading even farther, and large crowds were gathering to hear Him and to be healed of their sicknesses.
And He could do no miracle there except that He laid His hands on a few sick people and healed them.
They were utterly astonished, saying, “He has done all things well; He makes even the deaf to hear and the mute to speak.”
Jesus said to him, “I will come and heal him.”
And He said to them, “Go and tell that fox, ‘Behold, I cast out demons and perform cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I reach My goal.’
Peter said to him, “Aeneas, Jesus Christ heals you; get up and make your bed.” Immediately he got up.
But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him, And by His scourging we are healed.
1 Peter 2:24
and He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sin and live to righteousness; for by His wounds you were healed.
The news about Him spread throughout all Syria; and they brought to Him all who were ill, those suffering with various diseases and pains, demoniacs, epileptics, paralytics; and He healed them.
But the centurion said, “Lord, I am not worthy for You to come under my roof, but just say the word, and my servant will be healed.
for she was saying to herself, “If I only touch His garment, I will get well.”
And He healed many who were ill with various diseases, and cast out many demons; and He was not permitting the demons to speak, because they knew who He was.
Jesus came down with them and stood on a level place; and there was a large crowd of His disciples, and a great throng of people from all Judea and Jerusalem and the coastal region of Tyre and Sidon,
And all the people were trying to touch Him, for power was coming from Him and healing them all.
At that very time He cured many people of diseases and afflictions and evil spirits; and He gave sight to many who were blind.
But he answered them, “He who made me well was the one who said to me, ‘Pick up your pallet and walk.'”
A large crowd followed Him, because they saw the signs which He was performing on those who were sick.
And He said to them, “No doubt you will quote this proverb to Me, ‘Physician, heal yourself! Whatever we heard was done at Capernaum, do here in your hometown as well.'”
But the synagogue official, indignant because Jesus had healed on the Sabbath, began saying to the crowd in response, “There are six days in which work should be done; so come during them and get healed, and not on the Sabbath day.”
And a man was there whose hand was withered. And they questioned Jesus, asking, “Is it lawful to heal on the Sabbath?”–so that they might accuse Him.
And Jesus answered and spoke to the lawyers and Pharisees, saying, “Is it lawful to heal on the Sabbath, or not?”
They were watching Him to see if He would heal him on the Sabbath, so that they might accuse Him.
The scribes and the Pharisees were watching Him closely to see if He healed on the Sabbath, so that they might find reason to accuse Him.
“If a man receives circumcision on the Sabbath so that the Law of Moses will not be broken, are you angry with Me because I made an entire man well on the Sabbath?
Now it was a Sabbath on the day when Jesus made the clay and opened his eyes.