10/01/2021
Kinda lengthy but a good read if you miss hugs and handshakes
Tom
Touching
GERALD COWAN’S PERSONAL PERIODICALS
Number 676 • October 3, 2021
NOT UNTOUCHABLE BUT TOUCHABLE, TOUCHED AND NOT UNTOUCHED
One of the things I miss most during this time of “social distancing” and prohibited personal contact is the freedom to “reach out and touch” each other. Hugs and holy kisses are forbidden. We have been made to think we all, not only ourselves but all others, are truly untouchable – physically and socially untouchable. Do you know what that does to one’s soul and psyche? To be untouchable and therefore untouched is, perhaps, understandable and tolerable, to some extent. But to be touchable and yet untouched is incomprehensible – how can one live with that? The principle applies both physically and figuratively – socially and spiritually. We can touch and be touched without physical contact, and that is perhaps more important and more beneficial than mere hands-on contact. That’s the point I want to develop in this essay.
Two things have made a notable impact on my thinking, one current and the other called to mind from the somewhat distant past but still memorable and instructive. Both have made indelible impressions on me – I have learned some important things about myself, about others, and about my Savior Lord that I trust will stay with me always and will influence my treatment of others and what I hope to receive from others, especially as a Christian man.
I will refer first to the remote memory, now several years in the past. I had taken a seriously physically handicapped person to a medical facility for examination and treatment. He was plagued at the time by a severe and widespread eruptive infection in the skin of his arms chest and back. It was repugnant to see, not something even he himself wanted to touch. I was asked to stay in the examination room during his encounter with the medical staff – he was confined to a wheelchair and would need someone he trusted to assist him in facilitating the treatment. I do not remember many of the assembled staff, but I have a very clear memory of the doctor, what she said to my disabled brother and what she did for him to alleviate his suffering. She was kind and gentle, very thorough, touching and manipulating his affected areas (gloved, of course) – I’m amazed at what doctors learn by feeling their patients and what more they learn by feeling with them – all the while reassuring him that she wanted to help him and would be able to help him, to give him some relief and hope that he was not among the incurables. Many of the sores, disturbances and growths on his skin needed to be removed. She said freezing them with a liquid hydrogen spray would be effective, though the process could be painful. He agreed to have it done. She had him sign a request for the treatment and said to him – not in jest but somewhat lightheartedly – “Your signature here gives me permission to hurt you.” He smiled. She smiled. What she did next was painful to watch, painful for him to endure, and she asked him several times if was still wanted to continue. I remember the interchange because I have heard those same words from that same doctor several times when receiving treatment for some of my own afflictions. After helping him into my car to take him back to his home I asked him what he thought about his treatment by this doctor. Here’s what he said, in his own words,
“I feel like I’ve been touched by an angel. No, not an angel of God but an angel of the medical arts, the healing arts, someone who honestly cared about the one she was giving care to.”
Then he added something that has resonated with me for all this time. He called her “a very special someone who was willing to hurt me in order to help me, and that why I call her an angel, a great example of what a healer and helper ought to be.”
She actually did bring improvement and a degree of healing to him. I’ve thought about it and I think he was probably justified in calling her an angel of healing – angel is not a religious word; it means literally a messenger, someone who brings a message and/or help to someone in need of it. I would gladly recommend this messenger from the Healer if I were allowed to, or were called upon to do so.
The second thing that set me thinking now was reading something from a friend and fellow minister of Christ, a co-worker with me for a time in the Lord’s church in England UK., an author and co-publisher of The Christian Worker, an outstanding magazine for the churches of Christ in the UK. The words I have in mind are from his closing editorial in the July 2021 edition of the magazine (I can link you to it if you desire). There my esteemed brother Trevor Williams – I do not hesitate and am not restrained from naming him – wrote about what it must have been like, what it would be like, to be literally touched, having the hands of Jesus laid on us. Imagine that: touched, not by an angel or even by a close human friend or acquaintance, but by that Paragon of holiness and virtue, the Savior and Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God – to be cuddled (Trevor’s term) in Jesus’ arms (we might say to be hugged by Him), consoled and calmed, supported and sustained through our troubles and trials. Imagine being told by Him, “This may hurt a bit and may cause you some stress, but it is necessary to do it if I’m to be a proper help for you.” This comforting strengthening hand of Jesus is what we sing about: “Precious Jesus, take my hand; lift me up, let me stand.” What comfort we have in being able to feel “Safe in the arms of Jesus.”
Trevor mentions several times in the gospel according to Mark that Jesus touched persons, some of whom would have been deemed untouchable by society and by the Jewish “church” of His day. Here are the references: I suggest you read them now to see where the Lord’s hands were placed and upon whom: Peter’s mother in law (1:31), a l***r (1:41), a dead child (5:41), a deaf man (7:33), a blind man (8:23). A evil spirit-infested boy (9:26). We also read of Jesus breaking bread with his own hands to feed people (6:41, 8:6), and at the institution of the Lord’s supper (14:16). The time when Jesus took children into his arms, put His hands on them and blessed them (10:16) was specially poignant. If being touched by a loving human is a wonderful blessing how much greater would it be to be touched by the loving Lord himself?
We have already mentioned the possibility of figurative or non-physical touching. Let us pursue that thought a bit further. F***y Crosby’s song, Rescue the Perishing, says in the third verse:
“Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter, feelings lie buried that grace can restore; touched by a loving hand, wakened by kindness, chords that were broken will vibrate once more.”
Jesus said we should do unto and for others as we would want done to and for ourselves (Matthew 7:12). I don’t think it is out of line to translate that as: do to and for others what you think Jesus would do. Shouldn’t we be as loving, careful, and merciful as Jesus was and is by reaching out and touching others in His name? I think you must and will say yes to that. Treat others the way Jesus would treat them. Does Jesus care? Oh yes, He cares. Then care for others the way He cares. Will Jesus help? Oh yes, He will. Then help, when you can, the way Jesus would help. I repeat: if a loving person’s touch is meaningful and wonderful, how much more would be the touch of the loving Lord! Now here is a further thought: how meaningful and wonderful would be the touch of the Lord’s messenger (you and I can be like angels, messengers of and from the Lord, delivering His message and touching others in His name as He himself would do and wants us to do). He can touch others through us. My brother Trevor added something which I want to echo.
“I look at my own hands now and see the hands of an old man, no longer able to do what they once did but still able to be put together in prayer, to hold someone else , to say that I care, and try to be a blessing to others. When we reach out and touch it tells the other persons that they are special, that we want them involved with us, and that we care. Though we may not be able to bless as Jesus blessed we can be his voice, his representative, his hands and his human touch.”
When it becomes legal, safe and permitted again I intend to practice touching, hugging, and holy-kissing “in the name of the Lord” all those who come within my reach – including my cyber-reach (by telephone, postal service, email), and pray (as Trevor does) that those whose hearts and lives can be touched by God and His Christ and His Spirit will in fact themselves be touched in mind and heart and life by Him, through me. I will say, “I want to give you a blessing in the name of Jesus our Lord. Amen.”