Healing Is In Your Hands
Working in the slums everyday, I have to constantly stop and remind myself that I cannot fix these people. I cannot snap my fingers or wave a wand that will instantly take away the beatings, the abuse, the rape, or the lack of work or basic necessities for survival.
But I am comforted knowing that I know the Ultimate Healer and that he not only cares about the least of these, but he lives among them. And he passionately loves every person that lives in the slum, in spite of themselves or their circumstances. And He is the only one who can bring ultimate healing.
He can bring healing to a family with 3 crippled children, who put food into their backpacks to bring home and who have to be carried home because they cannot walk. And who’s mother often doesn’t come to pick them up.
He can bring healing to an eleven year old boy with the biggest and cutest smile you’ve ever seen; but who’s father is often waiting with his backhand when he arrives home.
He can bring healing to a new Christian woman who’s been forbidden by her husband to go to church but has noticed the change in her. He can stop the beating this woman suffers from.
He alone can rescue the millions of Hindus who pray passionately and fervently daily to their gods made of stone, wood, metal, etc. The gods who cannot hear them or answer their cries.
All I can do is be obedient to where he has called me. I’m currently obsessed with the song “Follow You” by Leeland.
“I’ll follow you into the homes of the broken.
I’ll follow you into the world.
Meet the needs of the poor and needy, God.
I’ll follow you into the world.”
My heart shouts this all day. I am confident that healing is in his hands and that he is far more capable of anything we can ask or imagine.
