Healing

When I think of healing, I imagine a one-of-a-kind masterpiece that is damaged slightly or severely. You, who owns this masterpiece are distraught at its condition and don’t know what to do. From town, you’ve heard about a specialist who repairs things and has been rumored to mend masterpieces. Except that yours is a one-of-a-kind and you’re not sure if he can fix it since he’s never fixed another of its kind.

Still, you’ve heard of his success with other masterpieces and go to visit. The specialist looks at the masterpiece, studying it carefully, turning it over and over. He’s puzzled because of its unique design and is not sure how to fix it but tells you that even though this is new to him, he’s fixed many others that are like it. So he tries to repair it using the techniques he used for other masterpieces. Except that with yours, something isn’t the same as it was before it got broken. It’s as if the specialist just placed a bandaid or super glue on it. However, the masterpiece cannot function as it did before it broke.

You’ve overlooked something. Somewhere on the masterpiece is the label telling you who made the masterpiece. The artist or creator knows your masterpiece better than any specialist who has studied it and turning it over many times. The artist has placed his contact number somewhere on the box the masterpiece came in and all you have to do is call him to repair it for you. So even though your specialist has tried his best to fix it, you call the artist finally and he agrees to mend his masterpiece to you. Though it might take a while, you’re certain that the artist will be able to fix your masterpiece and once you’ve called him describing the problem, he’s able to repair and does so quicker and more effective than any specialist.

So what is the masterpiece? Your whole being (body, heart and mind). What is the problem? Sickness, disease, syndrome. The specialist? A doctor or any man-made remedy. The artist? GOD.

Instead of going to look for a specialist, call on GOD to mend your whole being. He will always repair it.

Love

When I think about love, I think of a room full of people with puzzle pictures that are only missing the connecting pieces. Some are frantically trying to finish their picture while some are just leisurely glancing around the room and checking out the pictures there, wondering which puzzle they will complete.

You’re one of those people walking around the room, glancing from left to right, front and back, minding your own business. When suddenly someone approaches you with their puzzle, asking if they could see it fits with yours. So maybe the picture they have is a bit different from yours but it wouldn’t hurt to try right? So you agree and start to fit your puzzle pieces together. Oops. Nope, no fit. You tell the person that it’s obvious that you’re not supposed to complete the same puzzle and move on.

Maybe you try with another person to fit your puzzle pictures together, you’ve learned a lesson that they should at least have a similar design and theme to their picture before you try it out. Oops. Nope, still no correct fit even if the design is similar. Then oh my! Across the room, you see one puzzle that has the same picture as you! Oh but you don’t know if the pieces will fit together but you CANNOT miss this chance so you go over and introduce yourself, asking if you could try and fit pieces together with theirs. They agree and you start to put the puzzle together. But no! It’s not working! Although some pieces fit perfectly, there’s this one piece that just doesn’t go together. What on earth? You forcefully try to fit it, believing this has to be the right connecting puzzle. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work and the person says sorry, walking away to find another puzzle. You’re left with a bent and almost damaged puzzle.

Feeling a bit disillusioned, you trudge around the room with your debilitated puzzle and try not to notice the other puzzle pictures being matched perfectly and leaving the room. Then someone comes up to you with their puzzle asking if they can fit theirs with yours. You’re skeptical and frankly ready to give up. But this person has the same picture and the pieces look like they will fit. You hesitantly extend your puzzle and try to match it with theirs.

Even though all both one fit, including the troublesome piece that gave trouble for the last puzzle picture you hoped would match, because some of the pieces were damaged, it’s not a perfect fit but it is the right puzzle picture. If you had waited for this last person, the picture would’ve been completed perfectly. Still, this person is content that your picture fit well and you’re happy at the end. But your picture has a few bumps and torn parts…

So what’s the picture? God’s purpose for your life. What’s the puzzle pieces? Your character, your personality, your desires. What’s the room? The Universe. Who are the people in the room? Those walking in life with you. Who is the person with the perfect picture? The person God has for you to walk with you through life.

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But this isn’t the end. Although your masterpiece has been compromised by your attempts to fix it on your own without the artist’s help at first, or your puzzle picture is a bit bent, there is an extraordinary gift called grace. Once your masterpiece has been repaired by the artist, he makes it new completely as if it was never broken or altered by the specialist. When your picture has been completed, there is congratulations given to you and the person who stands with you at the very end. You have done your work well and God gives you this grace freely if we just trust Him completely.