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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Service of Healing

Journal entry 9

Today there’s going to be a Service of Healing and Hope at my congregation, so I give up the notion of going up to Lake Chabot and sitting by myself under the eucalyptus trees. I’m hoping to repair what has been torn apart. I walk up to the server on the left not knowing what to ask for, but knowing that something is needed. 

“What healing do you seek?” he asks gently.

“Grief,” is the only word I can get out.

“May this oil bring healing to your sorrow,” he prays. “Know that a community of faith holds you in its arms.” He makes the sign of the cross on my forehead with oil warmed by the touch of his fingers, warmth that opens like a blossom through my body. 

“Thanks be to God,” I say, wondering why I don’t recognize the server.

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