May 11, 2012

He came to heal {a short story}

And He [Jesus] went throughout all Galilee, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every affliction among the people. So His fame spread throughout all Syria, and they brought Him all the sick, those afflicted with various diseases and pains, those oppressed by demons, epileptics, and paralytics, and He healed them. And great crowds followed Him from Galilee and the Decapolis, and from Jerusalem and Judea, and from beyond the Jordan. Matthew 4:23-25
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Thick dust swirled up around my body with every step I took - each one bringing me closer to the destination of the five-day journey. My whole body ached as I urged myself to keep up with the caravan's steady pace under the hot, unrelenting sun. Thankfully, the jolting rhythm of the cart had rocked my son, Doron, to sleep.  

"Oh my precious Doron," I whispered, "how I wish I could make you better."

It had been obvious for years that something was very wrong with my son. In the beginning it had been easy to cover up his unseen illness from others, but as he grew from a baby to a boy it became very clear to all that he was sick with an unfamiliar disease. My husband and I frequently met with the priests and we spent our savings paying for sacrifices, begging Yahweh for healing. Alas, it seemed our petitions would not be answered. But my husband refused to give up hope and had recently heard that the great teacher, called Jesus, who could perform miracles was once again passing through Capernaum. There had even been rumors that he was the long-awaited Messiah. Unfortunately, my husband couldn't leave our little shop in Jerusalem so it was up to me to make the journey with our son.

With each step I took, I nursed my bitterness. Why did God give me such heartache? I felt it was wrong for the Creator to cripple my son's mind. Was He punishing me? I tried to follow the law the best I could. We made all the proper sacrifices, but even so, my son battled an unseen illness while I battled the judgmental murmurs that rippled around me as I walked to the market. Many nights I spent weeping and mourning the life I had been given.

With great relief the caravan finally arrived at the thriving fishing village. While my weary body throbbed with exhaustion, I knew I had to press on to find this great teacher everyone was talking about. It wasn't long before I could make out a swarming mass of people.

The crowd grew thicker as I inched my way closer to the voice speaking with authority. I could hear the teacher preaching and quoting the words of the prophets. I prayed my son would continue sleeping as I tried to weave my way through the crowd. But no one wanted to let me through.

"I need to see the teacher - the healer," I cried. "My son is sick. Please, please let me through."

One man roughly shoved me back and snarled, "Move aside, you filthy woman." I stumbled and fell to my knees. It was useless. I had come all this way for nothing.

Suddenly the crowd grew very still and I felt a shadow envelope my body. I looked up and saw Jesus standing nearby, his gaze directly on me. With shaky hands, I laid my son at the teacher's feet and bowed low. I began pleading through my tears, "Oh great healer, please, please help! We have traveled a long distance for a miracle. Have mercy!"

Quietly, Jesus knelt beside me and put his hands on my head. Wait. What was he doing? He began to pray over me.

"No, Master," I dared to interrupt. "Not me - my son - my son needs to be healed."

Jesus replied in a gentle yet commanding voice that calmed my soul, "Beloved, I have come to heal the sick - to bind up the wounds of the brokenhearted. My dear woman, I created your son for a great purpose. It is you who needs healing. You are hurting. You have carried the burden of guilt, sorrow, and fear for too long. Cast all your cares on me and I will give you rest. Release your unbelief and take up my yoke. Believe in Me... I am the way, and the truth, and the life."
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As [Jesus] passed by, he saw a man blind from birth. And his disciples asked him, 'Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?' Jesus answered, 'It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him.' John 9:1-3
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Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30



  1. Thank you for posting such a beautiful story; I needed to read that. My son, who will be 7 next month and has fragile x has also recently been diagnosed with autism :(( Susanna House, mother of 6, two with fxs.

  2. Susanna: Happy 7th birthday to your beautiful son! It humbles me that you were led to the blog and that the words were helpful. Thank you for stopping by - I hope we can keep in touch!

  3. Beautiful Karen, just beautiful!

    I too, am learning that I am the one who needs healing. Not from the CP itself (I actually don't want to be healed of that), but of all the things that accompany a disability. I resent so much the exclusion, the judgment, the unkind assumptions, and the SHAME.

    The shame most of all. I carry inside me this feeling that "You did this. You're the one who caused these physical manifestations, and most of all, you're the one who has made the lives of your family so complicated. How dare you?"

    How I wish that I could have spared my parents the life they were given when I entered the world! It is because of my feelings of being an inconvenience that I have been suicidal--and still struggle with depression--and so filled with shame over who I am. I tend to isolate myself just so my pain stays self-contained and hopefully doesn't spill over onto anyone else.

    But Jesus has been showing me for a while that I cannot live this way, and so he is slowly bringing healing to my oppressed soul.

    I pray the same for you as well.


  4. Oh Jill, your words have caused me to pause and weep. It would crush my heart to ever know that Grant was feeling what you have felt and are feeling. I am so sorry that you have carried that burden. You should NOT feel shameful! If only I could look in your eyes and tell you all the wonderful gifts/talents you have and how others have been blessed by you. You are a beautiful instrument designed and being used by God for His glory. I cannot count all the blessings I have experienced because I have the honor of having Grant in my life. He is so precious to me and I cannot imagine my life without him. Through him, I have been given a very valuable gift: true, eternal-focused perspective and hope.

    “Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” Romans 5:1-5

    I could go on and on about how Grant has blessed my life and I am confident your parents could do the same with you.

    Thank you for sharing your heart. It has opened my eyes to be more aware of how my words could affect Grant's outlook on himself. I pray that God continues to pull you closer to Himself and that you replace the painful burden you have been carrying with the yoke of His love and the truth.

  5. How beautiful. How true. How healing. Thank you!

  6. Wow...I started to look for stories of miracles, where the Lord healed children with Fragile X Syndrome and I came across this short story. My son was diagnosed with FXS last year and we this year he'll be 3 years old. He's an absolute blessing in our lives, to his father, his older sister, younger sister to come and to me. To our entire family. We have been through so much in just these short years..a real rollercoaster of emotions I feel that sometimes people just simply can't begin to fathom how much different a person's life is raising a child who is different from other children their same age. It breaks my heart, and I speak from personal experiences, to see how mean and cruel the world can be to someone who is different disregarding if it may be a child they judge. Reading this reminded me though that I still need to seek God to help mold me and change my character still. This story did touch my heart and as I wept and wept feeling and picturing the woman in the story as myself it made me also realize what we have been told many times, that our son was not born just to be born. He was born with a purpose..a purpose in the Lord. God has control and he never gives us what we cannot handle. I just pray for all the Children, Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, Brothers, Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents...etc of children and adults that struggle with being different.. for God to give us a supernatural strength and peace. God bless you Karen and your Family. And may your stories continue to give hope and cause personal reflections in other people's lives Amen.


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