As I became trained in Healing Touch, I found that I
could indeed sense energy flowing through my hands, a
warmth that felt as if it originated from a source beyond
me. I grew to love the process of standing in silence as I
laid hands on someone seeking healing. After many years
of trying unsuccessfully to meditate, I’d finally found a
technique that helped me quiet my monkey mind. As I
followed the sequence of a session, my mind would become
calm and still, allowing me to focus on the person in front of
me and the sensation of energy flowing through my hands.
Word soon spread in the larger community that patients
diagnosed with cancer should try Healing Touch at All
Saints. A group of about 20 volunteers served a steady
stream of people who sought Healing Touch as an adjunct to
their medical care.
“This is the one hour of the week when I feel like myself
again,” one woman told me. “Actually, I feel better than
myself—I feel joyful and at peace.”
Largely because of Jackie, All Saints launched a Healing
Touch ministry that sponsored the training of dozens
of Healing Touch practitioners, benefited hundreds of
people in the community, and inspired other churches
around the U.S. and in several other countries to establish
similar programs. Jackie was there every step of the way,
encouraging us, helping us, and teaching us.
Well into her 90s, Jackie was giving a dozen or so Healing
Touch treatments a week to her neighbors in the community
where she lived. People would show up at her door
unannounced for a treatment.
Even as she became increasingly infirm, she found ways
to heal. On visits to the doctor she connected with people in
the waiting room, choosing to sit next to those who looked
like they were in pain or suffering.
“What a beautiful sweater you’re wearing!” she’d tell
someone, and then strike up a conversation that would lift
the shadows on the person’s face, even for a short time.
As Jackie approached the end of her life, I came to realize
that while she was a gifted healer who’d honed her art over
many years, what she did wasn’t about techniques and wasn’t
something that could be taught or learned in a classroom.
What she did best was love people. Love poured forth from
her, continuously, effortlessly, radiantly. She herself knew
that Healing Touch was really about that love. She could talk
your ear off about chakras and energy centers, but in the end
she always came back to this: “It’s not about you. It’s about
Being of service gave Jackie more joy than anything else
in the world—and that’s the final, and perhaps the most
important, lesson she taught me. Through her tutelage, I
came to realize that while I’d been a seeker for many years,
I’d missed one of the most essential parts of the spiritual
path—service to others. In the hundreds of sessions I did in
the All Saints healing room, I was slowly being changed, as
imperceptibly as a stone is shaped by flowing water.
permission from Holy
Rover: Journeys in
Search of Mystery,
Miracles, and God,
published by Fortress
Press. Copyright ©
2017 by Lori Erickson.