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February 21, 2025
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There is something unsettling about the power of healing—something beyond human comprehension. To witness a blind man suddenly see, to feel the air shift as the hands of the divine reach through the veil of suffering, is both beautiful and terrifying. Jesus did not simply heal with touch; he shattered reality. The man who spent his life in darkness now stares into the face of the impossible. The leper, shunned and decayed, feels his flesh reborn under the warmth of a hand. The possessed, writhing in agony, falls still as unseen chains dissolve. It is in these moments that the world itself bends, time and nature surrendering to something greater. But what happens to those touched by the miraculous? Do they sleep soundly, or do they lie awake, haunted by the moment they met something beyond life? To be healed is to be transformed—to carry the weight of knowing that the impossible is real. And perhaps that is the true miracle: not just the restoration of flesh and sight, but the chilling, beautiful knowledge that no one walks unseen. Not by heaven. Not by him.
