It is rather ironic, the day after conducting the monthly evening healing service, to find myself out of action and being laid low by the ‘bug’ that is going around.
Not a great advert for the service, but then again so many ministers who seem to gather folk together in a way that enables them to encounter God, with healing, have their own health problems. They could equally have the jibe ‘physician heal thyself’ thrown at them, just as nastily as it was at Jesus – but God knows what he is doing. He is the healer.
It makes more sense of Paul’s initial frustration that whatever the ‘thorn in the flesh’ was that was bugging him, which then turned to appreciation as he was told to accept it with grace, and that he should note how God’s power was being effective in his weakness.
Can’t say the world has got a greater shot of God while I’ve been out of action, but Sam has took it in his stride, and Shirley is making a storming start to working full time for the All Saints – and the many things that happen because of many people’s love and work go on.
Thanks to those who’ve stepped in recently as some folk have been less than well.
Health is a term we use that is usually a splinter from it’s original meaning – shalom. It means peace and well-being in the widest sense – physical, mental and spiritual, but more of a sense of soul, of identity as a living created being with a right to be whole in God’s creation.
When we are ill, it is usually, I would say, being brought back to the shalom that is gifted from God that opens up the recovery.