Like a Hurricane

Whirlwind Healer

My son’s grandma died this week. Grandma Olson was 84. Dillon was her favorite grandson. He dropped by to see Grandma daily when she was still in her own home before she went to Eventide Lutheran Home in Moorhead, Minnesota. He mowed her grass in the summer. He shoveled her driveway in the winter. He ate lunch with her every day so she wasn’t alone. He fixed anything that was broken. From the time Dillon was born, I knew that they would always be close.

My son is grieving. I pray for a hurricane.

Jesus went through the villages and healed the sick, raised the dead, and blessed the grieving with the touch of his hand. He was like a whirlwind hurricane that blasted through when all hope was gone.

Jesus was on the move. He healed the paralytic on the mat. He recruited Matthew the sinner and tax collector. He healed a woman who had been bleeding for 12 years. He raised the ruler’s daughter from the dead. He restored sight to the blind. He opened the senses of the mute and freed him of his demons. And that was all just in Matthew 9, one chapter of The Book.

Like a whirlwind hurricane, Jesus’ healing power changed the world. He didn’t wait for anyone or anything. Imagine a world where we could witness the miracles of yesteryear. Or do we have to just imagine it?

Jesus is the same today as yesterday. Jesus calls us to go out into the world. He will blow his powerful wind of the Holy Spirit through us. We are called to bring healing to the hurting world. The world will not come knocking on my door, I must knock on theirs.

Make me a whirlwind today Lord. Provide your healing touch to the grieving, the sick, and the lonely. Amen.

Carole Schumacher

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