If you have never attended a healing service or mass I encourage you to do so. I was first introduced to the idea of a healing service/mass by a quest speaker at a Cincinnati Catholic Women’s meeting. I have attended a few healing services at the same church (St. Ignatius Loyola) and each time I have had a beautiful experience.
During tonight’s service a husband was given the opportunity to speak about how the healing services had changed his life. As he approached the podium I could tell he was nervous. He unfolded the sheets of paper he pulled from his pocket and began to read. He talked about how his wife has been battling cancer. Just when they thought it was gone, cat scans would reveal it was back twofold. The doctors said nothing could be done and they should begin to prepare. After many sleepless nights of crying and praying together they decided to let God’s will be done. If two months was all they would have, then two months was what God intended.
Together they began to attend the healing service with the intentions of asking God to give them the strength to gracefully walk through the time she had left. One night after a healing service she had a vision (some might call it a dream) that all of her cancer was leaving her body. The next morning she woke up in pain and tired. Later that week a cat scan revealed the cancer had stopped growing and was actually shrinking.
As the husband continued telling his story I became overwhelmed with tears. I bit my lip, like I always do (in fear someone will see me crying) and closed my eyes. I couldn’t help but feel the LOVE this husband had for his wife. I was so choked up by the gesture of him just getting up in front of all these people and telling the story about how God was saving his wife.
The healing part of the service began and people proceeded toward those giving the anointment. I sat back and looked around. There it was again. Another gesture of LOVE! A wife blessed with healing and a husband lifting his hands and surrounding her with his LOVE. Wow, it just chokes me up inside.
I know a lot of people probably think I overdo it with how much I use the word LOVE, but when the power of the Holy Spirit moves through you………………………….man I can’t explain it. It just takes over. For me, a lot of the time, I think it comes through all the tears I shed. At times it just comes out in the deep empathy I feel for others. But sometimes it has just been in hearing someone else’s story or witnessing the LOVE in others.
I have to tell you I think that rocks! To be a part of that experience, to hear those stories, to see how beautifully God works in the lives around us. Wow, amazing stuff. So if you have never been to a healing service or mass, put it on your bucket list of things to do and let the power of the Holy Spirit move through you.
Luv, Luv,
Julie
