You can read in the September issue of our Parish Magazine about our last meeting of Messy Church, where we explored Jesus’
healing of the paralytic / lame man. It was dramatic. But how much do we really
think it applies to us? “Get up and walk,” says Jesus. And so he does.
That’s something I suddenly discovered myself unable to do on the first
weekend of my summer holiday. I was in London, crossing a road, when I realised
the traffic was approaching more closely than I thought. So halfway across I
put on a spurt of speed - at which point I felt a tearing sensation in my calf.
I must have hopped the rest of the way, because at the other side I discovered
I couldn’t put my foot down to walk.
Sent off from Accident & Emergency with a pair of crutches - that’s
when I began to see just how many other people had crutches or some other
disability with which they had to live. Not always a disability you might at
first see. I took the bus from the hospital - and an Asian family motioned to
me to get on ahead of them. It was on the bus that I realised their eight-year
old son was severely autistic and every move they made had to be negotiated.
But they’d let me on first - and when it was time to get off his young sister
went to the driver to ask for extra time. On the next bus was a man who’d been
refused an operation: he was British but had been living abroad and had broken
his foot in India - now the bones wouldn’t knit. When was that? I asked.
February, he’d said - and he was no better.
Mine was a chance accident - and hopefully I’ll heal with time. Others
won’t. It’s not their fault - but sometimes we treat them as if it were.
Overwhelmingly I’ve had positive responses - people have offered their
seat; lots have shared their own stories. Aided by family and friends I’ve been
able to get on with life. And perhaps a slower pace for the remaining holiday
was no bad thing.
Jesus gave physical healing to the man in the Messy Church story. But he had a deeper need too. “Your sins are
forgiven,” Jesus tells him. And we all need to hear that.
Martin Jackson
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