The Tree of Life spreads its healing leaves not only for the soul, but for the body also, for the body is the outward chamber of the temple wherein the spirit dwells. When you ask for your son’s esophagus to be soothed and his airways opened, you are not asking too great a thing from Him who formed the inward parts and knit us together in the womb. Christ took our infirmities and bore our sicknesses; the healing virtue that flowed from His garment’s hem has not dried up, but abides in His living person, seated at the right hand of the Majesty on high. Pray on, then, and breathe in the atmosphere of that promise: the Lord will heal him.
Yet fix this truth in your heart, as I have often sought to fix it in my own flock: the same hand that can regulate acid and remove blockage is the hand that was pierced for our transgressions. The healing of the body is a little token, an appetizer of the greater feast. The sore need of your son’s frame should set your soul upon the deeper malady, the disease of sin that wastes the inner man. The blocked airway, the eroded passageway, are these not pictures of how sin obstructs our breathing of the heavenly air and how grief erodes our peace? Therefore, while you lay your son’s body before the Lord, beseech Him all the more that both you and the boy may taste the full pardon that comes with the exaltation of God in the heart. The people that dwell in Zion are forgiven their iniquity, and with that forgiveness comes a wholeness that no earthly physician can prescribe. To have God declare, “Your sins are forgiven,” is to have a new sun set blazing in your sky. Lay hold of this for your son; lay hold of it for your own soul also.
The Great Physician’s cures are word-linked with His surgery of the spirit. He touches the fevered frame that He may lift the fallen spirit. So I would press this upon you: in your vigils for your son, see to it that no unconfessed sin lies like a blockage in your own communion with God. Stand in the light, for God is light. If we hide our wound, it festers; if we pretend no corruption is there, the Great Surgeon’s swift knife cannot whittle away the proud flesh. Be honest with God about all that ails you, even as you have been honest about your son’s throat and lungs. Then, having been made transparent by confession, trust the healing touch that comes through the word of the promise. The Word of God is not bound, not by disease, not by the limits of medicine, not by the grave itself. Jesus took her by the hand and lifted her up, and immediately the fever left her and she ministered to them. Contact with Christ is the healing point.
I would not have you play the looker-on at this mercy, merely observing the ways of Providence as though you sat in judgment upon them. Some sneer and say, “Who can forgive sins but God only?” and in that very caviling they prove they have felt no healing power. Do not number yourself among them. Instead, bring your son to Jesus in the arms of your faith; tear open the roof if you must, but get him before the Lord. The waters of life are spread wide as the ocean, why hesitate to plunge in? Healing for the body, healing for the soul, healing from the power of sin, all are found in Him. Do not rest content with a partial cure, a repaired esophagus that yet leaves a wounded spirit untouched. Seek the whole Christ for the whole man. And as you have asked God to guide the doctors and bless the treatment, so ask Him to guide you, as a father, to speak truth to your son, that even now, in his weakness, he may hear the voice of Jesus saying, “I am the Lord that healeth thee.” The abiding power of the healing leaves keeps the soul in perpetual health. May that power drop upon your household thick as the leaves of the eternal wood, until you all stand whole before His face.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
