Matthew, Chapter 8 describes Jesus as a healer.
A healer of a leper, a servant fortunate to have a compassionate owner, a woman lying sick with unrelenting fever, and men tortured by mental demons.
The first was healed by an outreached hand, the slave healed from a distance at the request of his humble and heartbroken owner.
The touch of a fevered and weak hand and finally the exit of horrendous mental illness via a herd of pigs.
I’ve never experienced an unrelenting fever or been incapacitated by pain, physical nor evil, mental torment.
I have carried burdens for too long though and been bent by their load.
The words of the prophet Isaiah remind me I’m best when I’m quietly confident and now more than ever that I no longer should dwell on the past, that I should see all the good that is springing up before me.
And I have, yes, I have surely seen the springing up and I’m getting better at forgetting.
Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. – Isaiah 43:18
Everyday I drive by a tiny church. The sign out front remaining the same for weeks.
Do not return to the place God delivered you from.
church sign truth
I pass by, look either straight towards the truth or give a sideways glance.
Okay, okay yes, I know.
Matthew Chapter 8, is all about healing with reminders of rescue thrown in, a boat tossed by sudden storm and the disciples who’d just witnessed miraculous healing by the one accompanying them.
Jesus was sleeping like a baby.
They wake him and he calms the storm, a reminder to them and us of who He is, will always be.
25 And they went and woke him, saying, “Save us, Lord; we are perishing.”
26 And he said to them, “Why are you afraid, O you of little faith?” Then he rose and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm. – Matthew 8:25-26
Isaiah prophesied that Jesus would bring healing and that he would bear our burdens, that our heavy loads and sorrows would be His if we would allow it to be, that the cross would be the place of understanding, finally.
These horrors, this pain, these burdens, this trauma, we can leave them with Him, we can if we will, lay down our heavy loads.
This was to fulfill what was spoken by the prophet Isaiah: “He took our illnesses and bore our diseases.” – Matthew 8:17
The yoke that is not ours to be bent by we can let go.
Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed. – Isaiah 53:4-5
Someone skilled in understanding trauma posed the question to a group of us affected by such, her question about finally moving past…
How will you know? TT
And the answer, I believe quite possibly will be,
When you choose to truly believe in your healing. me
Lord, help those of us confounded by our pasts to believe and help not to be sidelined by the ever present reminders of our own making but, the constant conversations intent on igniting our fears, our memories, our fight or flight and mostly our tendency to carry our loads of sorrow again. Be our healer, Jesus, the healer of all, still.
May my healing journey bring hope to others. Because of your mercy, I am able to say,
Catching up on reading the words of others, I love the way Mary describes her inner scars and the suggestion that the ones that show now are the ones resulting from the places Jesus healed us. I’m late to the link-up but thought my thoughts here are somewhat similar.