Friday after Ash Wednesday

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.

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Webb Hubbell is the former Associate Attorney General of The United States. His novels, When Men Betray, Ginger Snaps, A Game of Inches, The Eighteenth Green, and The East End are published by Beaufort Books and are available online or at your local bookstore. When Men Betray won one of the IndieFab awards for best novel in 2014. Ginger Snaps and The Eighteenth Green won the IPPY Awards Gold Medal for best suspense/thriller. His latest, “Light of Day” will be on the bookstands soon.