In some respects, the original way of Christian healing is so direct and simple we might not recognize it at first. Thinking it must be difficult, we may find ourselves trying to intellectualize it. Or mysticize it. Even if we've witnessed spiritual healing in others, we may believe that it's somehow beyond our grasp. In ignorance of God's tender mercies, we make the way of healing long and hard.
Yet at the heart of all the healing that Christ Jesus and his disciples practiced is this fundamental aspect: love. A love of God and His creation. A love of each other that transcends all pettiness and ego. A pure love that steadily, humbly reflects God, who is infinite divine Love itself.
Such simplicity. So profound. We may spend our entire human lives plumbing the depths of infinite Love and, even as we are constantly blessed by it, still only begin to know the vast implications of its power. Yet with a single, pure ray of God's love—when we're actually expressing it—the sick are healed. Hearts and lives and bodies that the world's heavy weights have broken are restored. Burdens of despair and sin and fear are lifted. Mountains move. That's what real love does.
