When Jesus Heals

Jan Antonsson


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“Because the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to decay and obtain the glorious liberty of the children of God”  (Rom. 8:21).

Mark 5:21-43, records two of Jesus’ healings:  the woman with the issue of blood and the daughter of Jairus whom He raised from the dead.  The woman had endured much and spent all she had on doctors who were unable to cure her.  God obviously had granted her the faith to believe Jesus could help her.  She didn’t ask Him to heal her, but came up behind him and touched his cloak.  She said, “If I but touch his clothes, I will be made well.” Immediately her hemorrhage stopped; and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease.”  In his account, Luke records Peter’s statement that there was a crush of people, many of whom could have touched him. Jesus replied that he had felt power go out of him.  When the frightened woman came and fell at his feet, she confessed what she had done, and reported that she had been instantly healed.  Jesus said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you.  Go in peace”  (Lk. 48:48). 

Meanwhile, someone came from the house of Jairus, the Synagogue ruler, to tell them that his daughter was dead. The crowd urged him not to bother the “teacher” anymore, but Jesus’s compassionate reply was, “Don’t be afraid; just believe.”  When they got to the house of Jairus, Jesus beheld a crowd of mourners weeping and wailing.  He said to them, “Why all this commotion and wailing?  The child is not dead but asleep” (Mk. 5:39).  The crowd laughed at Him.  He put them all outside except Peter, James and John and the girl’s parents.  He went to where the child was, and taking her by the hand, said, “Talitha koum!” (which means, “Little girl, I say to you, get up!”)  (Vs. 41). Immediately the girl stood up and walked around (she was twelve years old).  At this, those present were completely astonished.  He asked them to give her something to eat (Vs. 43).

When I read His words to the little girl and the effect they had on her dead body, I burst into tears, because this is exactly what I hoped, wanted, and willed to be the outcome for Lenny when he lay dying.  I stood by his bed many times in the days he was in the ICU, and said through my tears, “Lenny, I’m standing outside Lazarus’ tomb; Jesus is calling you to come forth.”   He had more faith than anyone I know, not that he talked about it much, but it was an integral part of him and how he lived his life.  I had and have faith as well that God can still do today what He ever did, and yet, Lenny did not come back to life completely healed.  He answered the call made by the Sovereign Will of our Father to come home, which he did.  

I’ve understood for decades that healing is not about my faith, in spite of what the faith healers tell us, and it is not about the sick person’s faith either, but it is only about the will of God, who “works all things after the counsel of His own will”  (Eph. 1:11).  I know it; I understand it as best I can, nevertheless, there is still a tender spot there, which the Spirit uncovered to me today.  I have asked Him to heal me where I still hurt, to bind up my emotional wounds and make me strong in faith again, because I notice that I don’t have as much confidence to pray for the sick as I used to have.   Divine healing has been my passion for over forty years.

When members of the church I was attending received the baptism in the Holy Spirit over 45 years ago now, several of us were obsessed with laying hands on sick people and seeing them healed.  I’ve relayed how God pried my hands off that obsession by calling home a woman who had come to our group and who believed Jesus would heal her.  She died an agonizing death.  Her oncologist told us that she held on as long as she could, and probably prolonged the inevitable by her determination. 

Afterward, I was riding my bicycle around the neighborhood, questioning God, more or less demanding to know why all our methods and hers had failed to save her life.  He said to me firmly, “Ruth is my business.”  I knew by His tone that I was way out of line.  So, I backed off the urge to lay hands on everyone in my path needing healing, though I never see someone in a wheel chair, or handicapped in any way, but what I long to see the power of God set them free from the bondage of the physical and emotional ills which beset us all.  

When Jesus prayed for a person’s healing,  they were healed.  Perhaps that’s because He said He did nothing on his own accord, but only did what He saw the Father doing (John 5:19).  God’s will is always done, no matter how much we disagree with it, or how little faith we have.  The dead people whom Jesus‘ resurrected, had no faith because they were dead, after all.  I know all this intellectually, but He revealed this hurt place in my heart again this afternoon when I read the story of Jarais’ daughter’s healing.  Whatever weakness He reveals in us, He will heal in His time. 

For the most part, the Lord has graciously, lovingly brought me up from the depths of despair that threatened to swallow me whole when Lenny passed.  Our Father has given me love and light and some insight.  There are a few things I still wish to know, and in His time, He will enlighten me with an epiphany which will bring comfort to my soul.  God is the only One in the Universe who can truly satisfy and comfort my spirit, soul, and body.

He has given me a lifelong passion for healing all our diseases, and I trust that what He began, He will finish in His time.  Therefore, I continue to pray without ceasing for the needs that I see daily.  I upload these concerns to Him and He takes it from there.  The result is not up to me, what I do, how often I pray, or anything else, but all authority in heaven and earth, the miracles, the bestowing of peace, and the power to resolve all our hurts, phobias, neuroses and illnesses, physical, mental or emotional, is given to Christ Jesus, our Lord.

He is the one on the White Horse who is called Faithful and True.  “And I saw, and behold, a white horse, and its rider had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer”  (Rev. 6:2).

In his first epistle, John wrote, “The reason the Son of God appeared was to destroy the works of the devil”  (I Jn 3:8).  My personal opinion is that about all the devil can do is stir up the fears which lurk in the dark recesses of our mind.  Because Christ did not fail to destroy those works, He is in the process of rooting them out and removing them from our lives.   John nailed it when he declared that “fear has to do with punishment, and he who fears is not perfected in love”  (I John 4:18).  The antidote for fear is God’s perfect love (same verse).    Fear removal is not a one time thing.  Fear seems to be endemic in the human condition,  rather like the weeds which spring up with the spring rains.  You can knock them down, but seemingly, there’s an endless supply until you can destroy them from the root up.  I believe God is presently doing that in His children.

Christ’s love is the only effective fear abatement product.  It never fails, and He never fails to love us when we ask Him to love away our fears.  I’m not sure if we’ll ever get to the end of our fears on this side of Jordan, but I can’t worry about that.  Rooting them out is His job, and He does it very well.  I’m so thankful for that because my life would be very different if He hadn’t continuously, and progressively rooted out the fears which trouble me.  He does all things well.

Father, we know You are caring and compassionate, generous in love and mercy, sharing Yourself and Your gifts with Your children.  Help us to see You as You are, clearly, so that we will understand how to walk with You and with others who need our help.  We ask that Your peace, which passes understanding will soothe our minds, and hearts.  A dear friend of mine (you know her name), so needs a touch of Your healing hand right now, Lord.  I love her very much and ask You to heal her with the same power which raised Christ from the dead.  Bathe her in Your love and mercy and kindness, and flood her with Your light shining in the dark places where cancer has invaded, is my prayer.  Thy will be done in all things.  To You, be the glory and honor, now and forever.  In Christ we ask it,  amen.  Jan Antonsson

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