I’ve been pondering the significance of touch lately. On the natural plane, I’ve noticed that my son Aaron responds so well to massage as a pain relief method. I got the idea from my childbirth preparation classes. Jackie, the instructor, emphasized the importance of touch and/or massage from a loved one and I can say from experience that it really did help me manage the pain of labor. Similarly, since Aaron has started teething, I find that sometimes the best remedy is distraction via massage on his legs, arms, or tummy. I notice that he responds to the loving intent of this touch as well. As if healing energy were indeed being transmitted. As if the human touch was a form of prayer.
This made me think about Jesus, walking around in Judea back in the day. Constantly reaching out and healing people with the laying on of hands. All people: good men, bad men, rich men, poor men, women and children.
With the lens of being a new mom, I see Jesus’ compassion more viscerally. He was getting His holy hands dirty, wiping away people’s pain. He didn’t distance himself. He came close. He reached out and combined the Words from the Father’s heart with the flesh of His human hands.
Twice last week I received prayer and both times, it came with laying on of hands. The warmth of human touch. But there was something else as well. Each time, the words spoken were healing even as the energy that flowed through the hands. Each time I experienced the compassion of Christ shining through the eyes of His people as if He really were right there, guiding the time of prayer. And each time I went away changed – perhaps not with the immediacy of a “miracle,” but with the evidence of inner peace and courage within. So if nothing else today I want to encourage everyone who prays to know that you are making a difference, for your relationship with God is shining through when you pray. And your hands become holy hands of Love when you reach out to lift the burden of another and bring it to God.