Healing Beyond Cure

Healing beyond Cure; Mark 1: 21-28; 1/31/2021; Pastor Rebecca Ellenson; YLLC

The whole world is concerned about health right now.  All our lives have changed.  Millions of people are grieving or coping with illness. We’re washing our hands more, we’re wearing masks and protecting our own health and the health of others by keeping our social distance. We’re looking with hope to the vaccines and treatment advances even as we are concerned about mutations in the virus.  Our prayers are for healing and protection. 

Jesus was a great healer.  The first chapters of Mark’s gospel are filled with his healings.  In today’s gospel we read about the healing of a man with an unclean spirit.  Next week we will read about the healing of Simon’s mother-in-law and many who were sick with various diseases and many who were possessed with demons.  Then we’ll hear about the cleansing of a leper and the following week Jesus heals a paralytic.  People are relieved of their physical symptoms and they are restored to a positive place in society.  One thing we learn in these stories is that Jesus is interested in more than a purely physical cure.  He also offers a healing beyond cure.  And he offers it to us too. 

Jesus treats, cures, heals them all, no matter what is wrong with them it seems.  At one point he goes out to a deserted place to pray.  When the others find him and tell him “Everyone is searching for you,” he says, “Let’s go on to other places so I may proclaim the message there too.”  He goes throughout Galilee and proclaims, and casts out demons and keeps on healing people. 

In our contemporary world we often view disease as a malfunction of the organism that can be remedied, assuming cause and cure are known, by proper biomedical treatment.  Recently there have been all sorts of adaptations to that strict biomedical view, including energy fields, dietary concerns, awareness of toxins, supplements of all kinds, essential oils, visualization, you name it.  But even in many of these approaches the focus is on restoring a sick person’s ability to function, to do.  In the ancient Mediterranean world, one’s state of being and relationships were more important than one’s ability to act or function.  The healers in that ancient world focused more on restoring a person to a valued state of being than solely on the ability to function.  Healing included social and relational aspects, not just physical well-being. 

Healing is not always one moment’s miraculous transformation.  In Scripture as in our lives, healing is more commonly a process.  Healing in the scriptures is linked to a deepening of one’s relationship with God.  What we want for ourselves and our loved ones is a quick cure.  I want medicine that will make it go away.  We have been blessed with scientists and medical care givers that often can provide that quick fix for us.  But such cures can come without inner transformation, without an awareness of God’s action, without gratitude or joy, and without a restoration to right relationships.  The healing Jesus demonstrated, comes with an opening to God, the releasing of our fears into God’s hands, the trusting of God’s love and compassion which arises in the midst of our paralyzing fears. 

Lately I’ve been thinking about my former mother-in-law, who is a breast cancer survivor.  She, like most nurses, is a very practical, no nonsense woman.  She worked as a Registered Nurse most of her adult life.  Over 40 years ago now she was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis and was physically debilitated by it.  They lived in a small town and her rapid physical decline was noted by everyone she knew.  She had been active and able-bodied up until then.  She was working as a nurse then and had four children ranging in age from 2 to 12.  Throughout the onset of the arthritis, she was deeply involved in a home bible study group and felt surrounded by the prayers of her friends.  Although she got health advice from every direction, she wasn’t receiving any medical treatment other than pain relief.  Then something happened.  She experienced a kind of physical healing.  It wasn’t sudden.  Over the next few months the pain and swelling simply went away and has never returned.  She was able to resume her responsibilities.  It was a very transformational experience for her that strengthened her faith and her sense of connection to the Christian community she was a part of.

She called me one day because she was going to lead a bible study and discussion about healing at a camp for incarcerated young women where she volunteered.  She wanted permission to tell some of my personal story and the healing that I have known in my life.  Now, I’ve never experienced anything that I would call a miraculous physical healing.  Healing when I’ve been sick has come through the normal options like medicine or surgery.  The greatest healing I’ve personally known was of an emotional and spiritual nature.  I was the victim of a violent crime over 40 years ago and for me recovery was hard won.  Physical healing is probably the first thing we think of when we read the healing stories in Mark’s gospel.  But that’s only one narrow definition of the healing Jesus makes possible.

Sometimes there can be healing, even when physical conditions worsen and when there is no cure.  I saw a billboard once that read, “Care beyond Cure.”  It was the slogan for the Red River Hospice program.  Care beyond cure.  That is the nature of hospice care, after all.  It is medical and spiritual care given to a patient whom the doctors are no longer hoping to cure.  Often it is for cancer patients, when they are no longer fighting the disease with chemotherapy or radiation.  These patients often return home, and hospice provides care in the home during the time before the disease kills the body.  Hospice programs acknowledge that there can be appropriate and important care that does not result in cure.  Even death, for those of us with resurrection faith, can deliver the ultimate healing, a release into the unlimited grace of God’s all-encompassing love.  I don’t mean to minimize the loss and grief for those left to mourn after death. It can be so harrowing.  But, I’ve also seen great healing happen around deathbeds.  Pretenses are stripped away and relationships can be healed. There can be an opening to the care of God that extends beyond death. 

I used to be a volunteer at the homeless shelter and I remember a wonderful conversation with another volunteer there about healing.  Her name was Joanne and she was trained as a public health nurse and a parish nurse.  She taught nursing in several locations and worked in Bangladesh for 5 years through the Episcopal church. At the time our conversation took place she was volunteering two days a week at the CHUM drop in center in Duluth .  One day, one of the clients came in and asked her if she was religious.  Joanne was very gentle.  She said, “I claim to be a Christian.”  “Yeah, uh, huh” the man said, “so would you wash someone’s feet?”  “Yes, I would.” she responded.  “No, I mean for real, would you like wash someone’s feet?” he persisted.  She said, “I have been a nurse for almost 50 years and over that time I have bathed bodies from head to toe, from birth to death, and even after death.  I consider it a great honor to do that.”  “Oh, ok.” he muttered and walked off.  Joanne told me that she has always considered her knowledge of the human body to be a sacred knowledge.  To know how the body works is holy and to be entrusted with the care of another is a holy thing. 

Later that afternoon when the medical students from UMD arrived for their weekly 2-hour shift they conducted a foot clinic.  They made tubs of warm water available for the people to soak their feet.  The students and Joanne were there to help them wash and dry their feet and check for sores.  There were clippers available and attention was given to problem areas.  Then the feet were rubbed with a moisturizer and the people were given fresh new socks.  Did healing happen?  I’m certain of it.  Was anyone cured?  Probably not.  Were they served, ministered to? Most definitely. 

We are all agents of healing, all of us who follow Christ.  We are all connected across the whole universe by our hope, our suffering, and our healing.  We give birth with pain followed by joy.  We die through pain followed by release.  We breathe each other’s air, drink the same molecules of water the ancients drank.  We all comfort using our arms and we weep the same streaming salty tears.  We all long to be whole, to make whole, to be embraced by others and by God. 

Let us pray.  Dear Christ, we come to you today, each of us, in need of your healing.  Be present with us, touch us, heal us, through the prayers of your people and in their touch.  Set us on a journey today that brings us closer to you, and deeper into that healing which alone means wholeness and eternal life. Amen.

For God alone My Soul in Silence Waits

Selected Verses from Psalm 62

For God alone I wait in silence; from God comes my salvation.God alone is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold so that I shall never be shaken. …For God alone I wait in silence; truly, my hope is in God.God alone is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold so that I shall never be shaken.In God is my deliverance and my honor; God is my strong rock and my refuge. …God has spoken once, twice have I heard it, that power belongs to God. …

This week I received several calls asking for prayer support. A friend’s grandchild was thrown through the windshield in a severe car accident. Hospice care supports another family as they watch and wait. A young boy struggles to cope with the death of his grandfather. A loving husband cannot visit his hospitalized wife due to pandemic restrictions. And so, after waiting alone in silence, resting in the stronghold and refuge that is God, I called the prayer chains I know of to wrap them all in the hope, deliverance, and power of God.

Find a quiet place and time today and wait in silence. Set a short timer of 3-5 minutes. Then read the words above from Psalm 62, first silently, then aloud. Read them again, first silently, then aloud. Close your eyes and breathe. Rest and listen to hear God’s word for you. God is still speaking. When we open ourselves to listen we find a stronghold so that we shall never be shaken.Don’t just read this post! Actually do this. Select a phrase from this psalm and let it be a refrain for you this week. Interrupt your days with silent waiting for God our refuge and stronghold.Blessings to you all! You are in my prayers and we are knit together in God’s power. Amen.

Songs of Praise

January 3, 2021;  Pastor Rebecca Ellenson; YLLC; Songs of Praise

Every one of our readings today is a song of praise.  Music lodges in our minds in such an amazing way. Evidently, most people know over 4000 songs by heart! This week I’ve had Canticle #14 from the LBW repeating over and over again in my head.  The words of today’s first lesson are set to its bright jaunty tune.  When I was studying to be a pastor at Wartburg Seminary we sang Canticle 14 at least once a week.  Wartburg is a residential campus with about 95% of the students living on campus.  Our community life, including classes, was structured around daily chapel and fellowship in the adjoining refectory. 

“Listen, you nations of the world, listen to the word of the lord, announce it from coast to coast, declare it to distant islands.  The lord who scattered Israel will gather his people again; and he will keep watch over them as a shepherd watches his flock.  With shouts of joy they will come, their faces radiantly happy, for the lord is so generous to them, he showers his people with gifts.  Young women will dance for joy and men young and old will make merry. Like a garden refreshed by the rain, they will never be in want again.  Break into shouts of great joy, Jacob is free again! Teach nations to sing the song: the Lord has saved the people.”

The prophet’s message is filled with hope and the transformation that would follow times of struggle.  For me it carries the good memories of a community joined in one voice, harmonies lifting in the sanctuary. When we are able to gather again in this space, we’ll have to sing it together.  I can just imagine how it will be here, to shout for joy, to have our faces radiantly happy. 

I just love that all four of our lessons today are songs of praise.  It’s what we need to hear right now: that God does save God’s people, over and over again.  It happened in the Exodus, it happened after the exile, it happened when God sent Jesus to show us the way, it happened when the Holy Spirit filled the church on Pentecost, it happened in countless ways through the history of the Church, and it will happen again and again and again.  Teach nations to sing the song, the Lord has saved the people!  Indeed.

Each of our readings today really ought to be set to a magnificent musical score. There should be surround sound and fireworks, perhaps.  These lyrical passages ring with rich images and lavish praise.  Explanation isn’t really called for with texts like these.  They stand on their own.  The only appropriate response might be something like applause or a standing ovation. 

Some of our best friends in Mexico have a tradition, they stop whatever they are doing at sunset each day and watch the sun sink over the horizon of the Pacific Ocean.  They acknowledge the blessings of the day and stand at attention, lifting their faces to the heavens, to acknowledge God’s goodness.  Our living room in Voyager Village faces West, and in these darkest weeks of the winter I too have been pausing to watch the sun sink into the tree line and paint the horizon with soft color. 

Sometimes simple praise is the best response to the mystery of God.  This week Steve and I were able to spend two afternoons on the cross-country ski trails.  I thought of our psalm for today that sings praise for God’s Word.  God’s command runs swiftly, transforming the world.  The vivid images couldn’t fit any better.  “God sends out a command to the earth; the Word running swiftly, giving snow like wool; scattering frost like ashes, hurling down hail like crumbs.  Who can stand before God’s cold?  God sends out the word, melting them, making the wind blow and the waters flow?”  Wow!

After 4 winters in Mexico I’m really appreciating how the snow transforms the landscape, falling like wool, scattering like ash, covering up the drab brown of early winter. For the psalmist who wrote those words, snow would have been a rarity.  No wonder the question is asked: Who can stand before God’s cold?  It’s glorious language isn’t it?  Like the other texts for this Sunday, the psalm is all about praise, expressing in imagery and song the wonder that is God’s Word. 

Lutherans are not known for hand waving and outpourings of loud praise.  I’ve heard us called the Frozen Chosen, in fact.  But, all of our texts today invite us to give a cheer for the wonder of God’s word, the beauty of God’s creation, the sparkle of the crystal flakes, the crunch and squeak of snow underfoot, the transformation of God’s saving grace, the coming of Christ as the light in the darkness. 

Paul’s opening words to the church in Ephesus simply drip with superlatives.  These 11 verses are all one long sentence.  201 words of praise, each phrase builds on the one before it, heaping praise upon praise for the goodness of God.  It’s not enough to say that God has blessed us, But God has blessed us with Every Spiritual Blessing in the Heavenly places.  We are chosen, destined for adoption to be holy and blameless.  This hymn of praise is like a musical crescendo of words, glorious grace, redemption and forgiveness, lavished grace on us, all things gathered up in the fullness of time, all things in heaven and on earth!  It’s one long string of excess—it’s like glitter on top of sequins, heaping mounds of goodness according to the pleasure of God’s will.  This section is almost too much to even understand!  But hidden in there is the crux of it all—God’s lavish grace showered on us is so that we might live for the praise of his glory

So, finally we come to the gospel reading.  The opening verses of John’s gospel are mystical and glorious praise.  How does one begin to exclaim the glory of God, the mystery of the word made flesh?  Well, again only poetry or music can even begin to express the wonder! 

In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was God.  What has come into being was life, the light of all people.  The word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen the glory, full of grace and truth.  From the fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.  The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

Oh, how we need these hopeful words right now!  We’ve turned the last page of the calendar of 2020—Thank God!  We’ve made it through that year of loss and fear and pandemic fatigue.  We’ve watched from the quiet of our homes as the virus has overwhelmed hospitals, has taken lives, and has stirred a selfish independence in some.  We’ve lived through one of the most contentious election cycles in memory, we’ve seen the rise of White Nationalism threaten our land.  Finally hope is around the corner.  The vaccines are rolling out.  The light is returning. 

These biblical songs of praise offer a promise: even when it seems otherwise the light will continue to shine and the darkness will not win, God will continue to save the people, over and over again.  The fullness of God’s grace is lavished on us.  God’s word fills all creation, lights the world, and we are emboldened both to live with hope as well as share with others the hope that is within us.

Christmas celebrates the incarnation, God made flesh.  In mystery and wonder fit for music and poetry Christmas reminds us of God’s decision to become one of us, to take on our lot and our life that we might have hope, and to share our mortal life that we might enjoy God’s eternal life. This is so that we might live a life of praise to God’s glory.

This promise invites our active participation every day of the year. From God’s fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. Our lives matter to God. Our welfare is of tremendous importance to the Almighty. There is no worry too small, no challenge too great, that God is not eager to share it with us. Indeed, God is eager to equip and empower us to share our worries and challenges, as well as our joys and hopes, with each other. And because of God’s decision to come to us in a form we recognize, we are empowered to reach out to those around us.

As we move forward into this new year may we follow the Christ so that the grace, mercy and love of God might continue shining on in even the darkest of places.

Howard Thurman’s wonderful poem “The Work of Christmas”

might be a fit accompaniment to John’s Prologue:

When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
the work of Christmas begins:
to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among the people,
to make music in the heart.

Let us begin the work of Christmas, to live the Christmas life. Blessed Christmas and a New Year of grace and praise.