A Healing Touch

When God touches your life, it lets you touch the life of others.

Ever since Adam was a lad, touch had been used for physical, psychological and spiritual healing.

Wall carvings dating back to 3000 BC, show the ancient Egyptians using healing massages.

The power of ‘the royal touch’ was believed to be evidence of God’s high esteem.

Medieval kings and queens of Europe were supposedly able to ‘heal’ their subjects by simply applying ‘The Royal Touch’.

Me – the silent skeptic, never thought much of ‘the laying on of hands’. Ignorance? Lackadaisicalness?(Yes it’s a valid word. I checked). I prefer naiveté – that doesn’t sound quite so callous.

Healing people just by touching them? Pshaw! As far as I was concerned, that claim fell out of the same superstitious bag as Ouija boards, palm reading, and horoscopes.

But had I been more attentive, more open-minded . . .

Jesus, the greatest healer of all times never, ever carried a medicine bag. Yet he healed and continues to heal thousands.

Moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes and immediately they regained their sight and followed him. Matthew 20:34.

And how do you know when God has touched your life? The real question should be, how do you not know when God has touched your life?

Let me tell you about one of the times when God literally touched me. And when it happened I didn’t even recognize it for what it truly was.

Feel like hearing a story? Doesn’t matter, I’ll tell it anyway!

Here’s my story:

It is the 3rd day (or is it the 4th) after my second liver transplant – the first transplant was six days before the second. In The Surgical Intensive Care Unit, where days and nights do not exist and white-clad doctors prowl in the dimness beyond my domain (I mean the curtains of my cubicle and yeah, it all felt pretty creepy sometimes), I mark the passage of time by my husband’s visits.

Twice? Three times a day? Four maybe? I don’t know. His smile hangs over the left side of my bed (visions of Wonderland’s Cheshire Cat).

“Hi Sunshine! How are you today?” I am so happy to see him. I’m not sure what my face is doing but hope there is a smile there somewhere. We talk – I think, then he is gone. I immediately forget what we talked about. I wish he didn’t have to go, leaving me so alone in a body that doesn’t want to be mine.

I check the glowing, red digits of the clock in the dimness beyond my domain (out in the hallway). The minutes tumble over each other and I try to count how many times they flip through the emptiness before I see my husband again. Am I crying? I don’t think so. (Okay, okay, enough of the doom and gloom already!)

Here comes the good part.

There is a garden in my room! I admit that I may have been flying high on morphine and I don’t know what else, but the garden was for real! I thought. A man sits on a smooth outcrop of stone next to a flowing stream – just like in the children’s bible story books. I have never seen him before but I’m absolutely, positively sure I know him. I sit on his lap and curl my head against his chest and lose myself in the peace and love that envelops me. I don’t feel lonely anymore. I sigh with contentment knowing that He will be there even after my husband must go.

He touched me and reminded me that I was never alone. Nothing else matters.

 

When God touches your life, it lets you touch the lives of others – physically and spiritually.

Maybe because of the simplicity of it, the power and scope of touch has been underplayed, discounted and overlooked; a super-power possessed by all but acknowledged by few.

Here are 10 quotes to encourage you to touch the lives of others.

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