Psalm 147:3 says, “God heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Throughout Scripture, God has brought healing and wholeness to his people. The psalmist clearly knew what it was to have a broken heart. He speaks of God’s healing power, not just to what is physically broken, but also to what is spiritually broken.
Jesus also spoke of part of his mission was to “bind up the brokenhearted” when he quoted the prophet Isaiah.
When Sophie was in kindergarten, she fell on the playground and broke her collarbone. Her teacher called us to come and get her, and we took her to the ER. The nurses saw that she was in pain, and gave her something to make her more comfortable. Soon, x-rays were taken, and a doctor told us the diagnosis. Normally, the remedy to any broken bone is a cast. Unfortunately, the collarbone is in a peculiar place, a place were a plaster cast is physically impossible. Instead, the doctor gave us a sling that Sophie would wear for a couple of weeks. If you’ve never seen one of these, imagine a five-year old little girl with a shoulder holster for her plastic pistol. It positioned her shoulders in the appropriate place, allowing the bone to be in the right position to begin the healing process.
God and God alone can provide healing, especially to those with a broken spirit. However, as God’s people, we can help position people and bind them there for just a little while, allowing God’s healing power to work. Last week, the kids and I had that opportunity.
We went and provided at meal at Hospice House of Laurens County. But we also needed a bit of help with this project. If you know me, then you know that I am no cook. I needed some special kitchen help! I called one of the best cooks I know, an Elder at RSPC, Susan. She was happy to help (she always is), and agreed to make the main dish. Showing unlimited patience with her Pastor’s shortcomings in the kitchen, she told me to make green beans, and asked Sophie (being the better cook) to make a cake.
We fed some of the patients, and we fed their families. We also fed some of the staff at Hospice. So many of them are walking through the darkest shadows of death. I don’t claim that our simple meal eased all their suffering. However, when family is gathered at table with their loved ones, God’s communion holds sway. At table, we witnessed a daughter laugh with her father. We saw staff comforting a family member. We lifted prayers for healing and blessing. If we can hold them there for a few good moments, a few minutes of light, then maybe healing can begin. If we can bind them into that place for just a little while, then God’s light can shine in their darkness.
May God’s grace and mercy make it so!