Along with the Christmas season comes the cold season. And the flu season. And the season for strep throat, pneumonia, exhaustion, etc. Those are just the physical illnesses that plague the holidays.
With Christmas, for many, comes disappointment. The heartache of loneliness and loss seems exacerbated by the twinkling lights and appearance that all is somehow well and right with the beautifully adorned (or masked) world around us.
“Jesus answered them, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.”
Let this be salve for your soul: the healer has come. The great physician was born in Bethlehem a couple of thousand years ago, and He is still at work today.
His healing comes as He did: vulnerably. Through faith. Mingled with the unexpected. Humbly. And with such compassion…
“As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him; for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.”
Who better to trust with our pain, heartache, and illnesses than the very one who made us? We know that His care and provision are perfect. His way is better than ours, and His plan more complete than we can imagine –even when it doesn’t look that way.
Few thought, looking at the baby in a manger, the reviled wanderer, or the man on the cross, that it was through that relentless compassion and formidable humility that the healing of all mankind would come.
But it did.
More than just treating our ailments and our weariness, Christ’s healing relieves us of the burden of sin. He re-forms the disease of the human heart.
“Heal me, LORD, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.”
Behold, the one who became a baby to give us the cure!
Behold, the one who heals us of the most deadly disease.
Behold, the healer whose method is the most gentle, compassionate, and perfect.
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