I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to write about tonight, but I just read a personal essay about how she left Church because she kept getting dragged up to the altar for healing. Anyone with disabilities that comes anywhere around faith healing knows that feeling. They also know the feeling of being prayed over or laid hands on in an effort to bring about healing. They even know the feeling of actually letting themselves participate in such activities, only to find that there was no immediate healing.
Several months ago I was in Barnes & Noble without my partner and with my wheelchair, and these young people approached me and asked if they could pray for me. Understanding that they did mean well, and being in one of my favorite places in the world, I agreed. When they finished, and we all looked up, I was sorely tempted to show them that I can stand. I decided not to because I thought it might be mean for them to know I could already do what they were praying for me to do.
There’s the whole “God don’t make mistakes” in conflict with people with disabilities needing healing. If we’re not mistakes, then why on earth do we need healing?
I can’t wrap my head around that one. If any of you have any thoughts about it, I hope you’ll share with me in the comments. 
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