You get to wholeness, the readings say, by healing—or, maybe one should say, by getting back to the original wholeness God gave human beings.

All excuses aside, life is an endless series of interruptions that are overcome only by the final interruption of our demise. If you’re not being interrupted, you’re not living.

“Daughter, you took a risk of faith, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed! Be healed of your plague.”

It's a familiar, charming story passed on from time to time: It is said that a little boy wanted to meet God, so he packed his backpack with goodies and set off on his journey.

With faith and trust, we ask for forgiveness from our merciful God.

The two stories in the gospel speak of the power of touch and body. In both stories the body was a source of healing and also the place of healing and reawakened life.

The wish for healing has always been half of health. —Seneca (d. 65 A.D.)