Today's Google Alerts took me to a blog where a mother shared an accounting of her son's broken fingers being miraculously healed. Her testimony can be found here.
The mother tells of her son's fingers being broken by a slammed car door. Really slammed! While she was giving him comfort on the lawn next to the car, a neighbor came up to see what she could do. When they finally were able to get the boy to let them look at the hand, it was obvious that the fingers were broken. The neighbor went into her house and brought back a handkerchief that had been blessed by a priest who is known for the great works God does through him. They wrapped his fingers in the handkerchief and prayed. Later at the emergency room, the triage nurse said..."yes, they look broken" and ordered x-rays. After a very long wait, the x-rays were taken and to the amazement of the nurse and the mother...no broken bones! In fact, the fingers were merely puffy. The next day the boy was fine.
If anyone has ever broken a bone, or had a loved one break a bone, most times, you know if it's broken or not. I have no doubt that this mother, her neighbor, and the nurse, knew the fingers were broken. Yet that blessed handkerchief seemed to make the broken fingers heal.
May I give my perspective on what happened with that blessed handkerchief? The neighbor's belief in the healing power of Christ brought about the healing. The priest, having blessed that handkerchief, helped the neighbor to believe and trust in God more than she would have on her own. Was it the handkerchief that healed? No. God healed that boy's fingers, through the faith of the woman who believed. That handkerchief helped to release any doubt as to what God can do when we believe with our whole heart.
Isn't it amazing what God can do when we believe with our whole heart? I sometimes want a similarly blessed handkerchief, so that I can abandon personal apprehensions, and trust in God, through "whatever" vessel.