We have all wanted healing, for ourselves, or for someone we love. Reading the stories about Jesus’ healing miracles (and there are 27 of them, told multiple times) makes us think, “I sure wish Jesus would do that today.” Or where was Jesus when any number of the people we loved and lost died?
If Jesus can heal, why doesn’t he heal the person I love more than anyone in the world?
If miracles are real, why did that person get them, but not my spouse or my parent or my child?
If 1. Miracles are real and 2. Healing is a miracle Jesus did and 3. Jesus loves us then where is our miracle? We long for them. We yearn for healing. We go searching for them. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people out there who will take advantage of us when we do.
There are a lots of “Christian” teachings out there that want you to believe that no one needs to be sick if they’ll just believe. The most popular teaching about miracles today is that they’re for sale. That healing can be bought by a certain number of prayers or faithful acts or even by sending in money to a preacher on television. One of the Copeland’s even got a tweet on the front page this week for saying that the flu can’t affect true Christians.
But that’s not the way that miracles work.
That’s not what healing really means.
So before we read any further in Everything Jesus Taught, we need to know how to interpret all the healings that Jesus did, and how to interpret life with all its fragility, today.
In this post, I want to share one important Bible study principal with you. This is the key to understanding the healings in Jesus’ life and teaching.
A few months ago, I went to see my doctor for a physical.
He did the nerviest thing.
He told me that I needed to get my blood checked for cholesterol.
So I made the follow-up appointment for the bloodwork for the following week. The night before the blood test was a real hardship for me.
I fasted all night. From 10pm on… with no food. In the morning, I got up extra early, got there right on time, and looked at one of the doctor’s many photos from his travels as the nurse took my blood. (I always steal a quick look at the procedure just to confirm that I still can’t watch the blood be drawn.)
I left feeling good about myself. I had followed the doctor’s orders and gotten my blood tested, just like he told me. If my arm wasn’t sore, I would have patted myself on the back.
But the next day, I got an email not only with the results, but with the doctor’s prescription, too. Very brief and to the point. It said, “Triglicerides too high. Lose 10 pounds and test again.”
And I thought, “Or?……”
I thought I had already done what the doctor told me to do.
He told me to get a blood test, I got the blood test! I did what he said.
But now he wanted me to make some changes, to follow his will in my life, so that I could be healthy.