I had been praying for Dan, a colleague, for some time when I began to feel deep compassion for his autistic son, Paul. Paul was in his early teen years, maybe 14, when I learned he had never had a friend of his own. One early morning during prayer, a deep distress for Paul’s healing filled my heart. As I began to pray, holding Paul in my heart together with Jesus, I had an interior vision. Jesus, young, vibrant, alive and full of healing power walked right into Paul’s body and then right out again. Jesus was covered in a slime-green muck, reminding me of what comes out of my nose when my sinuses are infected. Inwardly I felt a revulsion and alarm that Jesus was contaminated by the autism, but he quickly shed it like water off a Siberian husky’s coat, leaving it in a puddle at his feet. He had taken it upon himself, left Paul changed, and shed the effects of it without it contaminating him one bit. He had purified both Paul and himself. I understood in that moment that what Jesus had done was called “Mercy.” I think it was only a week later when Dan called with prayer requests, that he told me Paul had his first friend. Paul is now married to the love of his life and has an adopted son.
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