Day 15 Healing

(This is a delayed posting)

There is something wonderful about healing. An unbreakable being does not need to heal, but such a being is also not warm, breathing, or feeling. The healing function allows the breakable being to go and be in contact with potentially harmful things, without needing to be constantly kept behind a casing of plexi-glass, and armored vehicle, or 6-feet of distance. It means that kids can chase butterflies and turn cartwheels and scrape their knees and bang their heads and grow up with stronger bones and wiser heads instead of shattering into pieces.

Healing is a gift. But it doesn’t feel like it sometimes because it is always preceded by something uncomfortable if not painful. It feels better to never be broken. Or we go about our day not thinking too much of protection because we take healing for granted, until something cannot be mended.

I was sick the past five days because of a variant of a virus that killed 6.31 million people to date on the official (read: conservative) count. This gives an average of 2.5 million deaths a year. I took it for granted that I would heal. And heal I did. But it is easy to forget, that healing is a gift. And it is not just the well being that is a gift, but the freedom to make mistakes, and have that mistake not be a crippling forever, but for restoration to be complete and beautiful.

The greatest healer paid the greatest price for the greatest healing, some two thousand years ago, and the healing hasn’t stop since.