Jesus Christ and Healing: A Personal Journey

“Though I am Jewish, I believe in Jesus Christ and His healing.” Those were the words spoken to me on that particular Good Friday by the attending Radiologist/MRI Technician.  I wish I could tell you that I remember his name – I do not.  I can say that he was young and medium-built.   The circumstances under which that young man spoke these words were over 25 ago.  Since that time, Good Friday has meant a time of personal thanksgiving.  What exactly took place, you may wonder?

I made all the necessary preparations at the hospital as required. Surgery was scheduled for a Monday (the Monday after Easter Sunday).  That Friday, I was there to finalize paperwork. While in the office, I was informed that they could take the final X-Ray/MRI prior to surgery in the doctor’s office. 

Fridays was day-off for the regular radiologist (a female); therefore, it would be a different radiologist (male) today.  I really did not like the fact that I was to see a male radiologist. Still, I ignored my personal wishes and decided to be cooperative.

You are a Stranger to Me – Healing is Here

When I entered the room, the male radiologist followed behind.  We exchanged the usual “Hello, how are you?”  Before stepping out of the room so I could prepare for the MRI, he asked me, “Do you believe in the healing of Jesus Christ?”  I said, “Yes, I believe in Jesus.” He asked again, “Do you believe in the healing of Jesus Christ?”  This time I paid more attention to his words because of the way he said it.  “Yes, I do,” I replied.  He answered back with, “Just remember, the type of surgery – it is only skin.” 

I thought, He is a man; he would say that.

He left the room and returned a short time later.  I must be honest that this young man made me feel uneasy, because he was not saying anything as he went about the testing process.  It seemed like an eternity, although it was not, before he said, “All done.”

The Waiting

When I came out of the room, he said to me, “Sit here, please.”  At this point, I thought, he is new; after lab work and MRI, I am suppose to “check-out” not “check-in.”  Still, being cooperative, I sat in the chair.  In about twenty minutes, the doctor and that radiologist appeared together.  They walked over to a section of the outer room area; it was obvious they were peering over some film(s).  I am thinking, “How much longer do I need to wait for the doctor?”  Finally, he walked over to my chair and asked me to accompany him to that same area.

Physician Confirms Healing

The physician from began his conversation while displaying one film and then another film.  “This is your X-ray imaging three weeks ago.  This is your X-ray/MRI today.”  When he realized that I was not understanding, he pointed to a much rounder shape in the first X-ray imaging of the tissue.  Clearly, in this film we see the tumor in this area. In this film today, there is a cloudy appearance.  “The tumor seems to have dissolved.  You do not need the surgery.”  At this point, he stated that sometimes things like this happen, and it was good that we took the X-ray/MRI in the office today instead of Monday… etc.  However, all I cared about was that I had a tumor and now you do not see it! 

Thank You – Not for Me – But for Your Healer

I remember walking back to that seat and thanking Jesus under my breath.  I sat quietly when that young man came out of another room and approached me.  He said, “I know you were afraid and wondered why I asked you if you believed in the healing of Jesus Christ.  I do not ask all patients this question.  God must tell me.  There is a difference in believing in his healing.  I am Jewish and I believe in Jesus and his healing.  And by the way, the reason that I was not talking to you while I was administering the test, it was because I was led to pray; I was praying for you.”

I was so flabbergasted!  I opened my mouth to say, “Thank you,” when he interrupted and said, “No, just keep thanking the healer.”

Compassion and Resurrection

What compassion this stranger had! Passion Week is a time of reflection of all the events leading up to Easter Sunday – Resurrection Day. I am thankful for Jesus and His works; but it was on a Good Friday that Jesus healed me.  I leaped joyously out of that doctor’s office!  For those who were in prayer for me, I happily shared this personal experience.  Indeed, I had no idea of what was about to happen on that day.  This is the first time I have ever shared my story in such a format as this.  I do it now in this moment. Perhaps, there is a need to witness openly to you or someone that you know. Maybe, there is a need for such a personal encounter that is beyond what you see, think or believe. I know that was what I received.