Imagine, for a moment, you are sick, broken, haunted by demons of the past and present. Imagine that you are lost in the fog of hurt, and don’t really know who you truly are. Imagine yourself bent over with pain and bleeding from a thousand tiny cuts. You are walking a dusty road, not sure where you are going. You have reached the end of yourself and the hope that life used to offer.
And then you hear a rumor. There is this man…..
Long dead ashes of hope are suddenly warmed by a forgotten ember. Your dead eyes spark feebly with life at the thought there might be Someone who can help.
Imagine you begin to pick up your tired feet once more, the dust of the road forgotten as you search place after place for this Man. You follow the news of his movements, and listen to the stories of healing. You doubt some, but think there must be truth there somewhere. You so desperately want the stories to be true.
Who is this Man, and where is he to be found?
Imagine you are weary. Tired of the pain. So, so tired. You finally sit down in the dirt beside the road, face in your hands, and begin to cry.
Imagine the crowd walking by, not seeing, not knowing, not understanding; each so distracted by their own concerns they fail to notice one more tear-stained face sitting dejectedly beside the road. One set of footsteps stop suddenly near you, but you don’t notice.
Imagine Jesus saw you just then. Imagine his eyes, as they are scanning the crowd of hurting hearts, stop on you. He’s looking at you. Seeing you.
“And there was a woman who for eighteen years had had a sickness caused by a spirit; and she was bent double, and could not straighten up at all.
When Jesus saw her, He called her over and said to her, ‘Woman, you are freed from your sickness.’ And He laid his hand on her; and immediately she was made erect again and began glorifying God.”¹
Imagine he calls your name. Put your name in place of “woman”. Put your own wounds and brokenness in the place of her sickness. Stop. Read it again as His eyes are on you. Seeing you. Knowing you. His heart crying out with love for you. His compassion pouring out of a broken dam of raging passion for you. Drowning you. Healing you.
“I forgive you” He whispers. “Your heart is good.”
And there was Eric who for so many years was lost, wounded, and broken; and was bent double by the weight of it, and could not straighten up at all.
When Jesus saw him, He called him over and said to him, “Eric, my beloved, I set you free.” And He laid his hand on him; and immediately he was made erect again and began glorifying God.
The tears which pour from your brokenness are no longer tears of sorrow. These fresh tears are a salve for your soul, and flow faster as your heart breaks free and the healing begins.
You have searched and been found. You have believed and been healed.
“When the Lord saw her, He felt compassion for her and said to her, ‘Do not weep.'”²