There is a time when Time misplaces his watch. Life & Death, adrift on the same raft, marry the sea.
This is about the healing we come to know when we realize that our life, like our death, is a part of eternity.
We may think of death as the moment when we fall into eternity. But we are already there and life is merely a boat on which we sail for this part of our journey through forever.
I was thinking about the mandalas that Liz Wessel creates – how, if we look carefully, there is something in her creations that illuminates some sacred part of us.
What part of eternity do we see in her gorgeous creations? Her art signals that she is either telling us something and also that she is passing on a message.
We have so many ways to communicate beyond words and body language. A painting is a letter to us from the artist. Dance is a wordless way for the choreographer to speak to us of beauty.
Music is a peculiar pathway along which composers and musicians catch sounds in the air and send them along to us. Photographers catch images and report to us what they have seen.
We often think of touch as the caregiver's art because that is what we seem to need when we are wounded. We want a healer to touch us with the musical instruments of their hands, to cure the cuts in our bodies, to make us whole once again.
This is the great power of the healing stories that suffuse the Gospels. Jesus touched the lepers and they were healed. Jesus touched the eyes of the blind and their vision was restored. Jesus touched Lazarus and raised him back to life.
A woman reached out to Jesus and could touch only the hem of his garment. Immediately she, because of her belief, was healed – merely by a touching.
Yet, we know that healers use other instruments: their eyes, medicines, and surgeries that cut away darkness.
Most importantly, we know that healers live among us as one of our own. We are all adrift on the same raft and the sea on which we sail is a metaphor for God's eternity.
In Love, we offer living water to each other. This is the gift Love gives: everlasting peace.
When we live Love, we are no longer adrift. We are all all sick and we are all caregivers.
We are at one with each other.
-Reverend Erie Chapman
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