Throughout my life, medical doctors have been among the people who have most endeared themselves to me.
I’m certain that the ways in which they would apply their hands and minds to healing some of my many wounds has a lot to do with all of that.
Often, I’d be in pain, sometimes in great pain, before I’d come to them. But then I’d find myself relieved and healing after I’d depart from them.
Some of the most endearing docs, too, have been the ones who’ve helped hasten my recoveries with kind and gentle manners.
I strongly believe that our human nature is a big part of what gets me feeling that way toward those certain docs too.
I mean, whose heart – even the one that beats inside the gruffest of us – can’t go out to the gentle healer?
Such a one inspires us.
We Christians know a lot about that, I confidently say.
And at the time of this writing, as the Holy Spirit would have it, my mind goes back to the garden at Gethsemane.
It is in the moment when Judas and the mob of the religious leaders’ henchmen come to seize Jesus:
“When they which were about him saw what would follow, they said unto him, Lord, shall we smite with the sword?
“And one of them (Peter) smote the servant of the high priest, and cut off his right ear.
“And Jesus answered and said, Suffer ye thus far. And he touched his ear, and healed him” (Luke 22:49-51).
“The servant’s name was Malchus” (John 18:10).
Okay, right here, with a little imagination, try to project your mind all the way back over those thousands of years.
Put yourself back in old Malchus’ spot.
Blood, your blood, has to be pouring down the right side of your face; your head, inside, is throbbing and likely feels that it will explode with your next heartbeat.
You’re in excruciating pain; you’re in agony; you’re in near-total shock.
Then Jesus touches your wound and within your next heartbeat, you’re not dead – you’re alive, healed and very much relieved – just like that.
I don’t know about anyone else reading, who has chosen to project back into Malchus’ role, but I believe that I would have had to be amazed.
And I would have had to be saying stuff like this in my head:
“What just happened here? This Guy, they talk about Him as if He’s some kind of evil hound – yet look what He’s done for me – a stranger to Him who has come to do Him no good.
“He miraculously healed me when no one else would; when no one else could.
“And he did it so quietly, so gently and so clearly with much great love. I have to pull for this Guy Jesus.”
I’m learning over the years, in real life, that way more than even those endearing docs, Jesus can and will heal and save us.
I believe strongly, too, that we all have it somewhere deep inside of us to love Jesus.
But we must keep allowing the Holy Spirit to keep us guided to and locked into our greatest of doctors.
“Afterward Jesus findeth him in the temple, and said unto him, Behold, thou art made whole: sin no more, lest a worse thing come unto thee.
The man departed and told the Jews that it was Jesus, which had made him whole” (John 5:14-15).
Ozzie Roberts- February 24, 2018