There’s nothing strange about spiritual healing
As a child growing up, healing was just expected in my family. And it always happened fairly quickly. As a kid and young adult, I was healed of a broken hand, bruised ribs, strained muscles, soreness, rashes, chapped lips, and more. Sure, people thought I was strange for relying on God for my health. But to me, it was natural. After all, it worked!
Sophomore year in high school, this high standard of healing was really put to the test when my ankle snapped during a wrestling tournament. The injury was plenty to overcome and deal with, but what I found to be the real difficulty was the very negative reaction from my peers and local community. As I had in the past, I chose to rely on prayer for healing, and I wasn’t shy about letting people know it. Was I strange? I didn’t think so. But the community’s reaction escalated to such a point that I wasn’t just getting doubt and disbelief as a result of my choices; people were actually furious.
I was told that I wouldn’t be able walk for at least 8 months, and that wrestling would be out of the question for years—if I ever managed to get back to it at all. I was also told that only surgery would offer a solution that would assure my return to a sport I loved. Not exactly what I wanted to hear!
I felt like I was drowning in a sea of opinions and judgment: The painkillers I should be using, the physical therapist I should be seeing. Even some of my friendships, especially with my peers in the wrestling community, were tested as I continued to rely on Christian Science for healing. It seemed like everyone thought I was just plain crazy.
I got to the point where I wasn’t even concerned about my ankle anymore; I just wanted people to treat me normally. That was when I realized that while I couldn’t change other people’s opinions, I could change the way I was responding to them. I made a conscious decision right then to make sure that, broken ankle or not, I could still express love to everyone I came into contact with. I could be myself—fun, carefree, and joyful, regardless of how others seemed to be perceiving me.
Not long after I made that decision, I was asked to a dance. And I went! On one leg, I danced the night away with 20 of my closest friends. And we all had a great time.
This was a turning point for me, because as I discovered my freedom to express love to everyone around me, I began to see that the resistance I’d been feeling from my community about my choices was actually a form of care and concern for my well-being. My friends loved me so much that they wanted to make sure I was doing everything possible to fix the problem. I saw that it didn’t matter if we had the same opinions on religion—divine Love was speaking to each of us, reassuring us and caring for us. Love was there for all of us to grab on to. So I didn’t have to prove anything. How liberating!
About a week or so after that, I had a complete healing of my ankle and was back on the wrestling mat. No surgery required. And it had only been about six weeks. Even better, everybody got to be a witness to that power of divine Love.
Since this healing, I have wrestled competitively, played football, and had more healings related to employment, finances, and relationships. Sure, my approach to the problems life throws at me may seem strange at first, but I’ve learned that Love breaks through that strangeness so that we can all rejoice together in the power of God.Posted on Wednesday, July 4th, 2012 at 3:51 pm | Follow responses with the RSS feed