Being Human—Wounds

Amy Curran

Read: Mark 8:22-26

Once more Jesus put his hands on the man’s eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly. (v. 25 NIV)

Every single person in my community has wounds, whether visible or not. I know this because each of them is human, and part of being human in this present world means experiencing the wounds of life.

I have a friend who lives around the corner. He has a visible wound. For years, he has suffered from a sore on his hip—an open wound that goes all the way to the bone. For many reasons, this wound has never been able to heal. It likely never will. At times, he is in a great amount of pain because of this sore. His live-in caregiver dresses his wound daily. Every day, she holds my friend in her arms, moving him from his bed to his wheelchair. Every day, she pushes the chair to and from activities and appointments, all in the smoothest way possible so as not to jostle the wound. My friend’s caregiver has healing hands.

My wounds are more difficult to see, but they are there nonetheless. In my community, I have experienced the healing touch of good friends—people who know my wounds and how to hold me anyway. When Jesus touched the blind man’s eyes, he was able to see. In a similar way, we can offer the healing touch of Jesus to one another, simply by holding one another’s wounds gently. —Amy Curran

Prayer: Jesus, thank you for your healing touch and for letting us be your hands to one another.