stranger things have happened
L called me this morning. He's home from his trip 4 hours north of here to see an Amish healer of some renown in this area. He left last night because people told him that he would have to get to the man's farm at 4:30 am and get a number. He called me last night from a LaQuinta, telling me he'd arrived safely. I didn't have much doubt that he would, but it was nice of him to check in. There was a time...well, we don't need to go back there. And I was just as glad to hear from him when he got home this morning. As far as seeing the healer, we had decided to pursue any and all alternative therapies at this point, because there is no other treatment the oncologist recommends right now. Not until there are worrisome symptoms. So why not see an Amish healer? It all seemed a little like a diversion from the thought of what might lie down the road, and that was not a bad thing. Here's his story:
He got there at 4:30 am as instructed. He was the first one there. A minute or so later, another man drove up, and by 6:00 am there were ten other people there to see this man. At first light, the old man came out and called L into the barn. The man had a long white beard, sat down close to and directly facing L, and asked him, "What's ailin' ya?" L said he'd been diagnosed with lymphoma, a form of cancer. The man picked up a magnifying glass and looked in L's left eye and said, instantly, "Your spleen's not working. It's genetic. Your chromosomes are damaged." (The spleen is a major organ the lymphatic system and the CT scan had shown cancer there.) Then he brought two fingers together and put them near (not touching) L's spleen. L said it was like something from the "The Green Mile". He repeated the finger thing over other spots, held a bottle of liquid up to L's body, and then said he was fixed. L asked, does he need to do anything else? Herbs? Diet? The old man said, "Nope. You're fixed." L asked what he owed the man. "Nothin. No charge." The whole thing took five minutes. L drove home and told me this story.
I don't know. It is hard to believe because it would be a miracle. It calls into question all sorts of beliefs. Was Jesus Christ the first and last miracle healer? Is L really healed? He said to me, "I can't explain it, but in my heart and in my body, I really believe I am fixed." He will have another CT scan in a couple of months. Do I have the guts to believe in a miracle? What if the CT scan shows that a miracle has happened and leaves me no choice but to believe in them? What if the CT scan shows no miracle and leaves me with complete surity that none exist in this world?
He got there at 4:30 am as instructed. He was the first one there. A minute or so later, another man drove up, and by 6:00 am there were ten other people there to see this man. At first light, the old man came out and called L into the barn. The man had a long white beard, sat down close to and directly facing L, and asked him, "What's ailin' ya?" L said he'd been diagnosed with lymphoma, a form of cancer. The man picked up a magnifying glass and looked in L's left eye and said, instantly, "Your spleen's not working. It's genetic. Your chromosomes are damaged." (The spleen is a major organ the lymphatic system and the CT scan had shown cancer there.) Then he brought two fingers together and put them near (not touching) L's spleen. L said it was like something from the "The Green Mile". He repeated the finger thing over other spots, held a bottle of liquid up to L's body, and then said he was fixed. L asked, does he need to do anything else? Herbs? Diet? The old man said, "Nope. You're fixed." L asked what he owed the man. "Nothin. No charge." The whole thing took five minutes. L drove home and told me this story.
I don't know. It is hard to believe because it would be a miracle. It calls into question all sorts of beliefs. Was Jesus Christ the first and last miracle healer? Is L really healed? He said to me, "I can't explain it, but in my heart and in my body, I really believe I am fixed." He will have another CT scan in a couple of months. Do I have the guts to believe in a miracle? What if the CT scan shows that a miracle has happened and leaves me no choice but to believe in them? What if the CT scan shows no miracle and leaves me with complete surity that none exist in this world?
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