There is a profound humility that one must possess when coming to a physician. Though one would be thoroughly embarrassed for the majority of the population, even close family members, to know the “ins and outs” of their digestive tendencies, when alone with a physician all walls are down. That is, if the patient wants to receive form the physician what they supposedly came to them for in the first place, healing. If they hide or distort the truth to the physician, then the physician will only be able to assist the patient to extent that they are willing to be candid. So too, in the Presence of the Great Physician, it is only our own pride that can withhold the works of His hands. When we stop editing reality and hiding from the God who sees all things we can expose ourselves to Him and He can heal us. But until we humble ourselves we will remain ashamed, unexposed, bound up and famished in our longing for something greater and satisfying.
As we mature in Christ we must grow in humility, knowing that we are being cleansed of even our own good works. Jesus is not impressed by what we can do, or what we have enough will-power to keep ourselves from doing. It is not as though we do some great feat of faith and Jesus turns to the Father and says “I didn’t think he had it in him to do that!” He knows our limitations and frailty. He is not surprised by our failures or our successes. He is supremely aware of our potential and is pulling for us to reach it.
We, however, want to be so self-sufficient that we try to prove that we can do it. He knows what we can and cannot do. His will is that we accomplish His will. Many times, our will is to accomplish His will without His help and it just doesn’t work like that. We cannot love Him unless He first loved us. We cannot please Him without the faith that He gives to us as a gift. While we were still sinners, dead in our trespasses, Christ died for us. It takes internal honesty and self-abandoned humility to be healed.
For anyone who grew up going to conferences as a youth in church community like I did, you know what it feels like after some alter time with the Physician. After a message that you couldn’t summarize, something drew us to the front of the meeting, onto our faces where we wept and sniffled and gasped for air between repentant sobs. In the end, the words that He spoke to us, whether words that could be written down or whispers in our spirits, had cleaned us and healed us even if we had no idea what was going on. We had just finished an appointment with the Great Physician of emotions. We had opened our hearts as wide as we could bare it and allowed Him, in His divine gentleness, to touch our barrenness and heal our wounds. We got all we could from Him.
The feeling after these sessions was great. Exhilaration met exhaustion. Humility met destiny. And as snot dripped from out faces with no tissue in sight, we met God. We were not ashamed anymore because there was Someone who knew everything and still loved us. We had allowed Someone to see what no one else ever had and touch what no one else ever would, and we came out on the other side with an embrace that erased embarrassment and a kiss that melted our stone hearts. We were transformed in our nakedness before Him. No longer were we sycophantic servants, hoping to get something from the Divine gumball machine, we became loquacious lovers that could not be stopped in our pursuit of another encounter with the Wounded Healer. Though some in our generation waned in our zeal, there is an arising generation that will pick up where we left off and will grab the King and fearlessly allow Him to love them and heal us all.
*O Great Physician, we offer our weakness for Your strength. Heal us we pray. Amen*