"Lord, I am not worthy to have you enter under my roof; only say the word and my servant will be healed." – Mt 8:8
At mass, when I whisper the words, "I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word, and I shall be healed," I sense most deeply at this point God's divinity and greatness versus my humanity and weakness. It is a beautiful prayer we recite each Sunday, acknowledging that despite who we are, what we have done, God loves us. Through our faith, God heals broken wounds. We are all alike in this way, connected by a human condition, and I am left humbled before God.
The words above were spoken to Jesus by a centurion, an officer in the Roman army. It reminds me that even people of rank bow before God. I am inspired by the centurion's faith. He recognizes that Jesus, a man of no rank during this time, only has to say the word, and his servant, who is paralyzed and suffering, would be healed instantly.
I desire such a faith that recognizes that God would help me with every situation in life, if I would invite Him in. I see that I try to solve problems myself before going to God with them. Yet, God so desires to be with us, each day, through each moment of joy and through each obstacle. If only I could see this and open myself up to Him even more, recognizing that I never walk alone.
Do we invite the Jesus who heals to personally journey with us and help us through our trials or tough decision-making? Do we put our faith in Him with matters close to our heart, trusting that He loves us and will care for us?