“Do you want to be healed?”

“Do you want to be healed?”

For the longest time I had attributed it to the insistent paradigm of the poet’s logic, the lover’s unrequited dreams, the shifting clouds of the philosopher’s quest – all searching for something – a reality as numinous and perfect as it is deceptively secret and stubbornly resistant to conquest.

An ever-present sense of melancholy, a numbing ache, an unnameable yearning – desolation even – has draped my consciousness for many years. It seems I am a walking advertisement for mood enhancing substances and the pharmaceutical drug trade (or, maybe just self-pity?)

Sometimes, and inexplicably, my soul is shot through with little darts of light – suggestions of heaven, of how things truly are. They come unbidden mostly as ghostly sojourners, inhabitants of a more perfect realm come to slake my wheezing soul with wine, bread, and perhaps a song or two.

In recent days, this ubiquitous, verbose Demon of Grey Souls has gnawed at me for so long that it seems, by virtue of that fact, to have overplayed its hand. The hide ‘n seek after contentment, so long now the haunt of my days, has been smoldering behind its best hiding places under new rays of sun. I had willingly become a pawn in a cat and mouse game and my overseer has grown too fat to hide well.

New light, still diffuse and weak, but less coy or troublesome, is asking me a question; the ironic question Jesus once posed to some poor bugger by the Jerusalem Sheep Gate: do you want to be healed?

On the surface it’s a question as ridiculous as asking two young lovers, separated by time and circumstance, whether they’d like to make love. Upon reflection however, it reveals shear genius and a profound knowledge of the human psyche. In asking such a question, Jesus becomes more than just miracle-worker, more than a first-century doctor. He becomes psychologist and spiritual director.

He gazes beyond the obvious malady to which this fellow is chained and sees something else. His question is aimed at the man’s fear, not of remaining ill, but of the unknown world that might just open to him in the face of his healing. To be healed is to rejoin society. It is to refuse the Hogwart’s sorting hat from placing you once again into the House of Sufferin’. It is to relinquish the comfortable role of pitied and pitiful, dependent on the succoring cries of others, and take up one’s place responsibly as contributor and co-builder of a just and compassionate world.

The Spirit of God is revealing to me just how long I have sat beside my own Beth-zatha (see Jn. 5:2ff) with the expectation of healing but full of excuses for why it shouldn’t have or hasn’t yet happened. The brooding and mysterious artist persona, complete with philosopher-poet mystique and generous helping of eyes-down, hood-up melancholy is no longer a big enough hiding place for the overwhelming presence of this question, posed by Jehovah-Rapha (God, our healer).

Perhaps it’s about timing, we must wait until our own “fullness of time” (Gal. 4:4)? Perhaps God is content, as in the case of Job, to let us sit in our sackcloth and ashes long enough to remove all doubt that we’re so buried that only another can save us? Perhaps it’s just “our turn?”

Says Marilyn Gardiner, “We sit, often for years, with our paralysis. It may not be physical paralysis, but it is just as debilitating and defeating as physical paralysis. It prevents us from truly living, from being who we are called to be.”*

Whatever the case, I am ready to answer ‘yes’ to the question of Jesus. I am ready to shed one skin, now old and overused, and don a better one.  I am ready to see what has always existed just below the surface of my murky water. 

I think I’m ready to say ‘yes.’

I’m ready to say ‘yes.’

I say, ‘yes.’


Will you?


*Excerpted from Marilyn R. Gardiner’s wonderful blog, Communicating Across Boundaries

4 thoughts on ““Do you want to be healed?”

  1. Hey Rob,
    I think that you really nailed down some of the fears we “artsy” folks have. If I open up completely to the light , will I lose my “creative groove” or what I perceive my creative groove to be. Allowing God to really change us will open our true creativity.

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    1. Dear friend, I’ve come to be suspicious of all that has “defined” me for too long. I’m honestly beginning to doubt what I’ve long held to be true, the “brooding artist” persona. It’s starting to feel too smug and small as I’m confronted by a much larger option: freedom.


  2. Wondering Celt

    Hate to be boring and prosaic but what you are describing sounds like it could be dysthymia a low grade form of depression. An abnormal normal if you like. And yes is still the right answer to the question!!
    I suffer from it plus occasional bouts of clinical too. So relate to this article and ‘the fullness of time’ angle. Believe I hold a promise of healing on this basis. Want to be found saying yes but it’s not straight forward as you say.
    Blessings friend😏

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    1. Friend, your observations are keen. I’m already on depression/anxiety meds and have been for many years now. I’m also a recovering alcoholic. Much of the clinical part of my acaedic brooding is being handled well by means of meds and sobriety. What I seek to address is the other, less easy to define, part; the part that, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, continues in greyness when a greater level of satisfaction is truly within my grasp and, in fact, has been resident all along. I’m working on a second part to help flesh this out more still.

      Grace and peace, R

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