For I am the Lord who heals you. — Exodus 15:26
I am late with this day’s meditation because I spent the morning at the doctor, and the afternoon resting from the ordeal. It is nothing serious, just age. Sometimes when I am saying prayers for the ill I can’t go on. Perhaps someone has taken a turn for the worse, or I I think about someone is no longer mentioned because of death. A spasm of futility shakes me; only when faith reclaims me am I able to continue.
It seems more and more we pray for the ill. It is as if Moses prayer that his sister be cured from leprosy, and those who cried out to Jesus has received a revival. We have ceased believing that God did not intervene in nature to believing that such a view was naïve. This may be causes on a new humility about what we can really know. God heals in ways we must call God’s own. So we live with a God whose greatness I sense in all the little healings of each day and therefore trust, even when God does not do all I asked for.