That was a good day, wasn’t it, the day you were healed, when your physician wrote your exit visa from the hospital, when the nurses wheeled you to the front door where your spouse was waiting in the family limo, and you were on your way? Almost forgotten now is the pain, the apprehension, and the helplessness that you had felt when the paramedics brought you in with siren screaming, the intravenous feedings, the wires and the tubes that made you feel like an electrical appliance. Almost forgotten, too is your whispered "Lord, have mercy," your wondering whether you would make it, the concern on faces of your loved ones, the pastor’s prayers, the healing promise of the Lord that he had spoken at your bedside. That was a good day, wasn’t it, the day when you were healed?

On arrival home yo…