Healing, Tears, Healing Tears & Thanksgiving
On my way home from Spice Girls Thursday yesterday I stopped in Mossyrock to find out how a friend’s husband had fared in his doctor’s visit the day before. This wasn’t the usual kind of doctor’s visit, this was a scary-as-hell-going-to-see-the-specialist kinda visit.
Long story short, so far so good. The worst that could have happened, didn’t. The worst was so bad that the doctor’s words of warning—including face paralysis, nerve damage and “never really the same again”—seemed like sweet music to the ears of a woman who feared for her husband’s life.
Thank you, God.
To be honest, I’m not really sure I understand the purpose of healing, healing just seems to delay our journey to Christ and to Wholeness of Being (I’ve been reading the Letters of Ignatius of Antioch lately). But that doesn’t bother me too much, because I don’t understand sickness either.
But this I do know: God is there with you, with me and with my friend and her husband, in sickness and in health.
God, grant us the grace to give thanks—
Not only for dogwoods and tulip poplars that grace our hills,
But also for hackberries and iron woods that grow at will.
Not only for irises and lilies that don sacred altars,
But also for thistles and rag weed that bless forgotten fields.
Not only for mountain spring water that fills our glasses raised in praise,
But also for the Harpeth and Cumberland waters we have muddied.
Not only for the success and victories we celebrate together,
But also for the brokenness and sorrow we have carried alone.
For it is in the wild and unruly parts of this world we are taught–
To cut new paths forward,
to fight with compassion for others,
To speak our truth against prevailing myths,
to humble ourselves enough to listen.
Such grace, awash in gratitude,
leads us back into your creation, sated with love,
That remains, our most powerful force
for social change. Amen.
~Invocation at the Occasion of President Bill Clinton’s speech in Nashville, TN