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Just doing the parish newsletter for this week and put a few words together for reflection on Gospel of the healing of the parlytic as told in Gospel passage for 7th Sunday in Ordinary time.  Thought I’d share it here!

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What did I think as they carried me that day?  I’m often asked that.   

To be honest, I’m not sure what I thought.  I was more or less past caring.  Doctors had given up on me.  People, even  my own family, couldn’t fully understand.  I was so weak – so tired! My legs, believe it or not, were the least of my worries.  Worry!  Funny I should use that word.  I was worried.  Worried about the thoughts and feelings that went around my brain.  I had so much time to think. Often the thoughts were  angry and they took shape in tantrums, jealousy, bitterness, hopelessness.  I really felt I was a lost cause.   

They carried me to have a wonder worked.  Even as they laboured beneath my weight, I thought what a futile exercise.  I couldn’t believe it when they climbed on the roof.  I almost wished they’d fall.  That anger in me again.  Making a show of me.  Lowered as if I wasn’t already low enough.  Then I heard it “Your sins are forgiven”.  He knew what was troubling me most.  I was used to not walking but couldn’t get used to the feelings that travelled with me.  “Your sins”, he said,   are forgiven”.  I knew I was cured and, as if that weren’t enough, he told me to get up and walk.   

I’m walking since! Walking on air!

By Vincent