Upon arrival at Peter’s house in Capernaum, the group of disciples found Peter’s mother-in-law having taken sick with a fever. The wording implies a rather serious illness and an unexpected onset.
Jesus heals her with a touch. No word mentioned. No fancy-dan maneuvers. Just a touch.
The lady’s response was the proper one. She served Jesus.
That evening there were many more healings and exorcisms. He cured them all, Matthew says. No one was left out.
Today it doesn’t seem to work like that. I know that some are healed because I’ve heard their testimonies and I trust them. I also know lots of people who are not healed of serious illnesses. Many of you know that I have a terminal cancer; I’d love to be healed and I don’t doubt that God can do it, but so far I’m still sick. And that seems to be the norm, not the exception.
Still, I trust Jesus, by the way. I don’t need to be healed to believe in him.
These healings en masse are by way of announcement. The anointed one has come. The king has come. The kingdom is dawning. He took our infirmities and bore our diseases. I believe that with all I’ve got.