As long as our wounds are open and bleeding, we scare others away. But after someone has carefully tended to our wounds, they no longer frighten us or others.
When we experience the healing presence of another person, we can discover our own gifts of healing. Then our wounds allow us to enter into a deep solidarity with our wounded brothers and sisters. (Bread for the Journey by Henri J. M. Nouwen)
We are wounded people, in dire need of healing. If you don’t believe it, just read the morning paper. And unfortunately, in lieu of healing, our tendency is to shove our wounds into each other’s faces, demanding that they be noticed and paid attention to. Or we try to inflict wounds upon others in anger, frustration, or retaliation. Neither of these actions, however, get us the end result we are hoping for. We must take our wounds to God first, only then can we have any hope of the healing and the wholeness we most deeply long for. Only then can we be the agents of healing and wholeness to a wounded and broken world.
O Lord, we are wounded people. We are a people in need of healing and wholeness and peace. Unless you heal our wounds, O Lord, we have no hope. Heal our land, O God, that we might choose love and kindness over violence, anger, and aggression. Have mercy on us! Amen.