New Testament Healing
By Sean C. Wright Neeley
Nathan complained to Danny about his bad shoulder on their ritual Monday night meeting for drinks. “It dislocated when I was a teenager. They operated on it. It was fine for years – until now – some twenty-five years later. Getting older sucks!” he decreed before downing the rest of his beer. He rubbed the offending shoulder & grimaced.
The waitress came to their table to see if they wanted anything else. “Yeah,” Danny said, “Give us another couple beers another platter of cheese sticks.”
“You got it,” the waitress said, bouncing away. As soon as she left, Danny reached into his pocket. His hand came up with a band of business cards. He peeled one off, and handed it to Nathan.
“Say, man. Try this place. It’s not conventional medicine, but it works. I went there for a weight-lifting injury that took its sweet time healing. They fixed me right up. Fine ever since.”
Nathan took the card, and looked it over in the low lights. His beer goggles made the small print hard to read, but he managed. And it was strange. All it said was NEW TESTAMENT HEALING in black block print. There was a phone number, but no address. He looked up at Danny skeptically. “What kind of place is this? Acupuncture? Massages? And how do you know they take my health insurance?”
Danny casually waved away Nathan’s questions. “They take ALL insurance. I promise you. You’ll feel like a new man.” Nathan studied him. Danny was buzzed, but wasn’t drunk. And his friend since junior high wasn’t one to play practical jokes. He shoved the card in his pocket, and shrugged. By that time, the waitress returned with their drinks and appetizer. The card in Nathan’s pocket was quickly forgotten. When he got home and emptied his pockets, it was just another item that ended up on his dresser with his wallet, a pack of gum, keys, and cell phone.
It wasn’t until Nathan’s shoulder throbbed like an unrelenting toothache, and it wouldn’t respond to sports rub and ice packs that he picked up the card off his dresser. He shoved it back in his pocket, and dialed the number on it during his lunch hour.
“Hello,” said a voice on the other end that sounded melodious and kind.
“Hi there. I got your card from a friend. I need the doctor to look at my shoulder. Do you take Wealth of Health Insurance?
“Yes, son.” Son?
“Wonderful. When can I come in?”
“Tell us what time works best.”
“Uh. My lunch hour. About 11:30. Tomorrow?”
“That sounds fine.”
“Where is your office? It doesn’t say on the card.”
“1234 Genesis Street, suite #1.”
“Okay. That’s perfect. It’s within walking distance of my job. See you tomorrow. I’m Nathan Turner.”
“We look forward to it, Nathan.”
Nathan hung up the phone, feeling a recipe of emotions: half a cup of hesitancy; what a strange place! One-third of a tablespoon of relief; someone would look at his shoulder tomorrow. A tablespoon of Zen; the receptionist’s voice sounded so soothing; like…an angel singing.
“Oh, well,” Nathan muttered to himself in the empty lunch room, “it’s twenty-four hours away. I can still cancel.” He then slowly ate his tuna fish sandwich with his good arm.
Nathan went back and forth the next day about the peculiar doctor appointment. He finally decided to keep the appointment, but leave if something spooked him. At 11:15 am, Nathan left his office and walked to his appointment; three blocks away. It was spring. The sky was aquamarine and cloudless. The wind was balmy. The air was a blithe seventy-five degrees. Nathan hoped the walk in the warm and sparkling spring soup would soothe his stomach that churned with butterflies and the turkey sandwich he ate before leaving.
He reached the building, held his breath, and went inside. Nathan found his gaze pulled to suite #1 almost immediately. Nathan opened the door like a sleepwalker, and entered.
The room was awash in warm, yellow light. Love soaked into Nathan’s every pore. In later years, Nathan couldn’t even remember how he got to the exam table to lie down. He stared up at the ceiling through the yellow haze with half-closed eyes, and waited. Nathan felt a presence in the room, but didn’t move. A warm hand gently cupped his bad shoulder. He felt the pain extract from his muscles like a baby suckles milk from a nipple. The hand left Nathan’s shoulder, he sat up slowly, and flapped his arm to test it. It was good as new. Nathan turned to see this amazing doctor, and his mouth fell to his chest. The vision was translucent; more like a spirit. He could only make out certain details: A dark-haired man. A beard. Brown robes. He couldn’t really tell, but got the feeling that the eyes were piercing, yet super kind.
“Th-thank you,” Nathan stammered, “That was amazing. What do I owe you?”
There was a pause; a pause that didn’t give an awkward poke to the air though. “You owe me nothing, my child. I did it because I love you, Nathan. I love you very much. The only thing I ask is that you bring me more patients, and live a righteous life,” the healer said while he extended a band of cards towards Nathan; much like the ones he saw Danny carrying that night at the restaurant.
“I will. I promise,” Nathan replied. He meant every word. He could not lie to this entity. There was also something familiar about him. It was as if Nathan had known him his whole life – even before he was born. It was haunting, but not scary haunting, and beautiful.
“One more thing,” the healer said, “I have a gift for you for coming to see me.” He nearly floated over to small stand in the room. The healer uncovered what appeared to be a bowl of water. He waved his hands over the bowl in deft sweeping movements. Nathan watched in buck-eyed amazement as the clear liquid turned to scarlet. Then the healer picked up the bowl, and poured its contents into a bottle; a wine bottle. He then floated over to Nathan, and offered the bottle. Nathan slowly took it with the hand that wasn’t holding the business cards, transfixed.
“Drink this in remembrance of me whenever you feel lost. Now go in peace, my child. I have carpentry work to do before my next appointment.”
I’m pleased to announce the release of my 8th book, Skoll’s Diary.
Africans and African Americans left Earth in 1900, and went to another planet in The Milky Way to escape mistreatment…
It’s now the year 3005 on that terraformed planet. We get a peek into the life of a bright and sensitive teenaged boy, Skoll, through his journal. He loves his world, but is curious about life on Earth. Then suddenly, an epic event casts him in the middle of a difficult decision. The fate of the planet’s community is in his hands.
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