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Last week I introduced the concept of being a healing Christian, ministry and church. Since my buddy Dwayne informed me he wanted to “heal” in 2019, “healing” has been coming up over and over again.

Remember, I’m not talking about physical healing.  It is more of a healing that comes from the inside out.  With that in mind, Jesus didn’t separate the body, mind and soul.  He actually kept the three together since they are so vitally linked together.  Let’s face it.  If the body hurts, our mind and soul will hurt.   If our mind is constantly depressed or preoccupied, our body and soul will suffer.  If our soul is sour what makes us think the other two won’t be?  Jesus kept the three together since we are such a delicate creation.  

We do not believe in Jesus to get an easy life.  If that were sound theology, then the poor apostles were given a bum deal.  They all died a horrible death except for John.  Even with John, it is believed he was placed in boiling water and later exiled to the island of Patmos.  At that time there were no resorts on the island.  It was a hard life.  

Paul, the apostle, in Second Corinthians says we suffer so we can minister to fellow sufferers.  Our world says we should not have to suffer.  They are wrong.  This world is suffering.  I have yet to meet anyone who has not had to suffer real pain in this life.  There is the pain of broken bones and surgery.  The pain that sears the soul is broken relationships, betrayal, abandonment and lies.  Best friends can be the worst friends.  Family pain is brutal.  Our bones will heal.  Our bodies will mend.  But our minds and souls hurt for a lifetime.

Recently, I came across a lady who though no fault of her own experienced the death of a child.  While functional, she could not get the feelings of guilt and failure out of her heart.  She will probably die a broken person.  Now here is where we have to take a hard look.  What is faith in Christ at this point?

Some will say the broken lady does not have enough faith.  Some might say she has a false impression of who Jesus really is.  Others might say she never had faith.  I talked to her.  Without question she believed and believes in the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. So, what is the problem?  Does she not pray enough?  No, she prays daily.  Does she not read the Bible?  Nope, she does.  Did she quit on the church?  Every Sunday she is there.  So, what’s the problem?  She is a human being, just like you and me.

Sunday is not a day to put on a front like we have it all together.  Quite the opposite.  It should be a place where broken people can come and find their hope and healing in Jesus.  It is a healing that takes a lifetime.  

This gets us down to what it means to be a soul healer.  First and foremost we must embrace the human condition.  It has been a long time since I have come across anyone that doesn’t have a sense that we are broken.  I once had an on going conversation with a psychology teacher.  In the middle, he asked if I was a Christian.  Of course I responded in the affirmative.  I asked him how he figured it out.  He replied, “You know something is broken, and we have not come up with the solution.”  I asked him if he could give an answer to the human sin issue.  He replied, “No, and all our science fails to answer it as well.”  Of course it does.  What’s broke is broke.  

I don’t have to point out brokenness when someone comes for counsel as a believer or a non-believer.  Moral goodness is relative.  When brought under the microscope of God’s holiness, we are in big trouble.  We know it.  Our own arrogance doesn’t want to acknowledge it especially in this critical culture.  

While it seems like a hopeless condition there is healing.  It isn’t healing that takes away the pain or the memory.  Not at all.  Actually pain is a great reminder of the need.  That’s the problem with great prosperity.  We can insulate ourselves from brokenness to some extent.  It causes us to avoid the truth.  Once realized, the healing is the ability to get up the next day and find a new normal.  

Jesus never promised the same old, same old.  No, the gospel says there is a new beginning.  We take with us the scars and yet-to-be-fixed brokenness and find a new normal based on the hope and the truth that God allowed us to suffer to bring healing to someone else.  In the meantime, we can get out of bed the next morning since we are in the hands of the Lord Jesus who gave us the example of suffering to bring healing.

How do we get out of bed?  Dependent upon grace that God has already granted us and the grace we turn around and give to fellow sufferers.  A healing church allows God to do what God does instead of rescuing the hurting and becoming their little “s” savior.  To do that involves truly walking in the Spirit.  Love the unlovable.  Have joy in the rain and the sun.  Be peace among the chaos.   Exercise patience. Practice meekness to conquer the self-serving pride.  Be kind.  A gentle touch heals a bitter wound.  Encourage self-control for the hurting,  as they tend to hurt others in their suffering.    

To heal we rest on God’s path and timing.  In the meantime, let’s walk together.  My name’s John.  What’s yours?  I have a story and I would love to hear yours. 


Here we go!  Thanksgiving has just passed and we are on our way to Christmas.  Not counting Christmas Day we are 29 days away.  That’s right…29 days.  I don’t know what is or is not a shopping day anymore.  I think they all are. 

I wish Thanksgiving could be more than one day.  It is our family’s favorite day of the year.  There is no pressure of gift giving or expected custom other than to be at the table when mom told us to be there.  No schedule other than the Dallas Cowboys game.  I’m not sure anyone was awake at 4:00 p.m.  That’s the joy of Thanksgiving.

We are going away for a few days.  With the grandkids we have tickets to go on the Polar Express Train.  It is inspired from the popular book by Chris Van Allsburg about a magical train ride on Christmas Eve.  I think it’s quite funny we are going on a train ride when Christmas is like a locomotive going full blast through our lives.  All Aboard! 

As the train called “Life” gets going we can get caught in the rush and miss so many and much around us.  Yes, it is a time for family and friends.  Yes, we buy a present to show our love or admiration.  We might do some special things for special people.  However, in the process we can get caught in the rat race of the holidays.  Sometimes it feels like the rats are winning.

Our lives are crazy enough without 3 back-to-back holidays.  I meet so many people who are working hard just to keep their nose above the water line.  I meet many fellow weary travelers on the exhausting road of life.  Now, with the season it gets ramped up.  I’m concerned we are over stimulated and some will break under the pressure.

As a chaplain for the Bluffton Police Department we are very much aware the holiday season can be rough.  Some have experienced loss and grieve their loved ones.  Others have serious  struggles and cannot relate to the “joy” of the season.  It leaves them feeling isolated and alone.  For a few the season propels them deeper into their depression and hopelessness as thoughts of suicide deceive them into grievous actions.

As we hustle and bustle though the season slow down a bit and look around.   There are plenty that not only need to hear of Jesus, they need to see him.


  allowing someone to go ahead of you in the long lines

  asking a waitress how you can pray for her as you say grace

  saying “thank you” to everyone who fills our many needs

  actively forgive someone this season you hold blame against

  inviting someone to a meal or a cup of coffee

  being a bearer of peace in times of chaos

  do something out of the ordinary for someone in need

  baking an extra pie and give it away

  buying a few Walmart gift cards, stand out front and give them away to someone who 

looks like they are in need

  doing the outrageous

  making it a point to talk to people instead of walking by them every day

  giving double tips (I’m sure they could use it)

  being gracious, extending mercy and loving others including your enemy (Jesus   

didn’t give us an out)

The greatest gift you can give those around you is to slow down and enjoy them.  Even our kids have enough stimulation from outside sources.  They don’t need more.  They need us.  

There was a young man who I knew many years ago who at the ripe age of 15 was already wound around the axle.  We were walking in King’s Dominion and he was so bent on not being able to ride certain rides for the 3rd or 4th time.  I looked at him and with his parents around bellowed, “Dude, you need to slow down and smell the roses.”  I didn’t realize we were actually in an area with beautiful red roses everywhere.  

This holiday season, slow it down instead of speeding it up.  Say “No” to some parties.  How many do you need to go to anyway?  How many useless gifts litter our shelves?  Instead, make time to look someone in the eye and talk with them.  

Impart good tidings on them.   Let the hustle and bustle of consumerism be drowned out by the love, grace and mercy we can bestow on others as it has been given to us by the one we celebrate on December 25th.  

“Where is God?”  “Why me?” These two questions permeate our lives when things go wrong.  Not just when they go wrong.  It’s when they go miserable.  This past week I lost a friend.  He was fine.  Suddenly he is sick.  Hospitalized.  Things go way wrong, and, the next thing one knows he is gone.  He was too young.  We look up to the heavens and ask the two questions looking for a reasonable answer.  We probably won’t get it.  At least we won’t get one that satisfies.

I could give a sound Biblical answer.  Most Christians know the theology behind death.  But there remains this little piece of us that would like to know what went wrong.  We are not satisfied with what went right.  Each and every one of us, even though we know it’s not true, thinks God should grant us long life and blessings.  I hear it all the time, “Have a blessed day.”  I wish we could put that one to rest.  We are already blessed according to Ephesians 1.  We’ve been granted all of them already!  What more do we want?  We want to be in control of the blessings.  It doesn’t work that way.

We can’t seem to get our hands around the idea that Jesus left the comfort of heaven to rescue man.  The minute he left the Father, he was suffering.  The suffering reaches a crescendo when the Father veils himself in the last three hours while his Son hung on the cross, bearing our sin.  Jesus cried out, “My God, My God why have you forsaken me!”  It is the way of true redemption.

Yes, the hurt and pain does feel like we have been abandoned and forsaken.  Yet, as Scripture so adequately says, “Joy comes in the morning.”  Joy comes when we see beyond our vision.  My friend will not have to suffer any longer in this world.  As the Word also says, “Absent from the body; present with the Lord.”  We are not cheated in his death, and neither is he.  We along with my friend are given a few years.  What’s 10 or 20 more in relation to eternity?  Our death is not the end.  It’s only the beginning.   

The joy that comes in the morning is not so much thinking we will see each other again.  The joy is to know my friend is safe and secure in the presence of the Lord Jesus.  Can anyone imagine what it will be like to be so safe and secure in the presence of all good?  There is no evil in the presence of Jesus.  None!  There is no depravity allowed in.  The reason we (depraved for sure) can be in His presence is the sacrifice of Jesus upon the cross.  His grace is sufficient.  Why?  It’s all we need.  

We who are left behind will wonder why he didn’t get to see his grandchildren grow up.  He won’t be there when his kids need that fatherly advice.  His wife will miss his presence in the night.  To this day, I miss my father-in-law.  I mainly miss his smile.  He was always smiling.  I think the world could have been coming to a literal end, and he would still be there smiling.  I hate Parkinson’s Disease.  It stole his smile before it stole him.  Yes, we are still bound by this earth, but he is free.  

Jesus, very early in his ministry said, “Blessed are they who mourn…”  I used to wonder about that one.  I finally realized mourning shows great love.  We do not mourn those we do not love.  We do not mourn those who bear our anger and bitterness.  Mourning shows a great life, a great family, and a great God.  He promised the mourners comfort, that only God can grant.  It’s a comfort that knows the truth and looks into the future. 

“Where is God?”  He is right there in front of all of us.  That is where the Shepherd takes his place, guiding His sheep along the weary paths of life.  He didn’t leave us.  He can’t.  In fact, Jesus said when we go our own way, He will come and find us.  We don’t find Him.  He comes and gets us.  Amazing…I don’t think any other religious practice has a God coming to rescue his wandering sheep.  He’s where he promised to be.  

“Why me?”  I’m sorry but we all must go through the fire.  We aren’t there yet.  My friend is, but we are not.  So instead of wondering what God is doing, we turn to a little book in the back of the New Testament titled Titus.  The Apostle Paul wrote to him and answered his questions.  He wrote, “Looking for the blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ.”  When that occurs, many will be without a job.  No more health care.  No more doctors needed.  No health insurance to be purchased.  No more pain.  No more death.  

Not here but there.

Thank you Jesus you told us we could mourn our loved ones.  Thank you, Jesus, that we will be comforted with the One who suffered the cruelest of all.  Thank you, Jesus, that because of you, we don’t have to suffer for eternity.  Do you know my Jesus?  

Today’s article is dedicated in memory of my friend, David Marcy.