“You’re amazing. I’ve been watching you for the past ten minutes; I don’t know how you do it. God has truly blessed you.”
My lips barely curving into a smile, I thank her. Still facing forward, I gesture for my Seeing Eye dog to start walking. She takes a few steps, then stops.
“Sadie, forward.” I command. She doesn’t move.
“We were wondering if we could pray for you.” A man to my left.
“To heal you.” The woman from before explains from behind me.
“It won’t take long.” Another woman in front of me.
“Almighty and merciful Father,” a man to my right begins. The woman from before comes closer to me. She lays her hand on my shoulder, lightly pushing me deeper into the circle. “Please fill her with your healing power. Precious God, cast out all that should not be inside of her. We ask you to mend all that is broken—“
“I’m sorry,” I interrupt. “I’m not looking to be healed. Thank you for the thought though.” I gesture for Sadie to go forward. She doesn’t move.
“You don’t want to be healed – for your eyes to be fixed? Your life would be so much better.” The woman in front of me.
“I’m actually happy with my life right now – being blind and all. I really have to go, so if you’ll excuse me. Sadie, forward.” Sadie guides me to the left onto the grass, we walk a few steps then she guides me back on to the sidewalk. Out of the circle now, I whisper to Sadie to “hup-up,” she picks up her pace; we are rounding the corner when the woman who first spoke to me catches up to us.
She apologizes for offending me. She said that they just wanted to help. They wanted to ask their Lord to heal me so that my body could function the way it was created to be. “Don’t you want to be able to see? To be whole and complete?”
“No. I don’t. I’m fine with the way I am.”
Taking my right hand in both of hers, she went on to say, “You have a point: God made you this way for a reason; he has a plan for you. God bless you.” Before I could say no, you misunderstood me, that wasn’t my point, she patted me on the shoulder, turned and ran back to her friends.
For as long as I can remember, Christians have told me about my disability. That having a disability was a sickness and needed to be healed. Or that my disability was a blessing, meant to touch the lives of those around me.
I was seven when my brother’s best friend’s mother cornered me in the kitchen. Her fingers shackling my wrists, her voice loud and insistent, speaking in tongues. She told me, that by the power of God, I would be healed, no more suffering. I was seven – suffering was a word I hadn’t experienced yet. Later on, I found out she was talking about my eyes.
I was twelve when I lost the vision of my right eye and the vision in my left eye quickly deteriorating. Angry with my parents, my eye doctors – the world, I tried my hardest to fight being labeled blind. That year, the assistant to my PE coach told me that there was a reason I was going through this. God had plans for me; by taking my sight, I would be a test for Christians: will they be respectful and charitable to the unfortunate? I can’t remember what activity we had that day for PE, but I know I was upset that I couldn’t participate. I needed to hear, “I’ll talk with the coach to make sure all activities are accessible,” or “This won’t happen again, I promise you.” I did not need to hear that I was being used as a test for Christians to prove something.
I was fifteen the first time a pastor tried to heal me. Instead of shaking my hand and briefly commenting on the sermon, he took my sunglasses off, placed his hands on either side of my head and started to speak in tongues. My cane was taken from me. Those who were watching came closer, pushing me and the pastor in the middle of the circle. Later on, I would learn that the people who surrounded me, and held me there did it to protect me. Sometimes, during a situation like this, the person who is getting healed would go into spasms, shaking and trembling with the Spirit. It happened twice more at different churches. My permission was never asked for.
The first time a group of Christians surrounded me and started to pray was when I was twenty. It has happened ten times since then. I get requests when I am walking to the library, walking to my apartment, getting juice from Publix. I had to get forceful with my rejection for a healing prayer twice; in both instances, they refused to accept my decision, one didn’t let me out of the circle until I took my cane to their ankles (by that point, they angrily told me that I deserved to be blind, and that I was being punished by God for my mother’s sin), and the other didn’t let me out until my driver from paratransit came to pick me up.
When I am out with family or friends, I have had strangers tell them how wonderful they are, they are doing good work, ending with a heartfelt God bless them. When this situation comes up, I remember the last line in Luke 14:12-14:
But when you give a feast, invite the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind. And you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you; for you shall be repaid at the resurrection of the just.
Which I take to mean, there is no social or financial gain in spending time with the disabled (we have nothing and are incapable of offering you anything in return) – the only thing you get out of it is a feel-good moment, charity work, humbling yourself for God’s reward. My family is used to these incidences, they will smile or nod and continue on with their business; my friends usually smile back with, “She’s actually doing me a favor.”
This is not to say that all Christians are ablest – people with disabilities are to be pitied, healed (fixed/made normal/made complete). Nor am I saying that they all believe disabilities are an act by God – punishment, warning or test. Nor am I saying that Christianity promotes any of the above. However, I am saying that the culture of the Church does neglect the disabled (not hiring interpreters for the Deaf, websites not accessible for the blind, building not accessible for people in wheelchairs, programs, clubs and events for the Church not inclusive); and by doing that, they give a clear message of insensitivity and indifference. It also doesn’t help that sermons are full of examples where disability is viewed as a punishment (for sinning or lack of faith), something to be endured in order to purify the righteous, and an act of charity. The continuous metaphoric use of disability and disobedience to God doesn’t help either.
We are not to be pitied, we are not the teachable moment, we are not sick or incomplete, we are not a miracle, we are not a punishment, and we are not an act of charity.
So Christians, when you see someone with a disability, if your first reaction is to pity them, to hope that one day they will be healed, to think highly of the person they are with – re-examine your attitudes towards people with disabilities. Where do you think these thoughts are coming from and why do you still hold to them, do you really think the only way for a person to feel complete and happy with themselves and their life is to be able-bodied (if you are able-bodied, do you feel complete and happy with yourself and your life?), should people really be praised for being with/a friend to a person with a disability?
Hear, hear! Brilliantly articulated. (I’m deaf. I have severe to profound hearing loss.)
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âNo. I donât. Iâm fine with the way I am.â … … are you?… are you really?… aside from the blindness are u really fine with the way you are? I remember the list above wear you wrote a long list of what “we” are not. well then… what are “we” are “we” thee? lol jaws made me have to put two e’s for it to sound right call me when you get this, I would rather talk about it than type about it love u and miss u xoxo Ps. I hate jaws… anus
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Thank you for reading my blogpost. I am glad you wrote a response; it was a great read. You brought up some interesting points. One in particular cannot be said enough: disabled people can – and should be – part of the Church; in Christianity, all are considered children of God, and in that way, all should be accepted. I also love how you point out the proper way to ask to heal someone.
My university recently offered a course that focused on religion, disability and society. I was only able to guest sit through half of the semester, but the class was fascinating. We went over foundational ideas from disability theory and the sociology of religion – to understand the importance of understanding the micro and macro level interactions between religion and disability. We explored specific traditional and contemporary conceptualizations of disability within Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.
We discussed ways in which religion and disability inform one another in both positive and negative ways in today’s society and whether or not religion and disability are compatible or incompatible in today’s society.
I only wish I could have finished the class. The students had to do a final project in which they had to present a research paper on their observation of a congregation (of their choosing, along with the religion of their choice). They had to participate in a service and observe the congregations attempts to include/exclude PWDs; and go over an interview they had with a member of the congregation (with or without a disability), discussing the ways in which the individual conceptualizes disability within their religious tradition, and how this person views the congregation’s efforts to include PWDs.
Sorry for the long response! I tend to ramble on and on. Again, thank you for writing a response.
It was good to read the post. In Springfield, Mo there are a few Christian groups that focus on ministry to the disabled and their families. One of the great blessings they provide is training for churches on how to handle children and adults with physical and mental disabilities. One of the things I was always hearing from Rebecca and Jonathan as they would go across the state doing accessibility and integration training was that all churches are handicapped accessible and have the best intentions but very few know how to assimilate those with disabilities properly into the body or support those families.
Thankfully churches are beginning to come around with Ministries like Through the Roof in Springfield and others around the country.
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How interesting. I’ve never heard of Through the Roof before. From the little I’ve read, they seem to be pretty great with the accessibility and inclusion. I love their statement on healing and disability:
We believe that a disabled person has a right to their dignity and identity as a disabled person and that no one should ever be pressed to accept prayer for physical healing that they have not requested.
…a person’s impairment does not prevent them from reaching their full potential.
Disability is not a result of a disabled person’s sin or of the sins of their predecessors.
We would also challenge the assumption that disabled people need healing in the sense of ‘being cured’. Whether or not a disabled person is physically healed we believe God loves, values and offers wholeness to each person who comes to God with openness to His will for their lives.
Thank you for sharing. If anyone wants to learn more, there website is http://www.throughtheroof.org
Thank you so much for featuring my blogpost on your podcast. I’m honored.
I love how so many people called in to tell their stories. For once, reading the comment section of a YouTube video didn’t make me feel less than nothing. I feel less alone. We are not broken, we are not a teachable moment.
Much love to you all.
I’ve never understood why religious people, particularly various Christian denominations, see disabilities as being the result of the sins, either of the victim, or the sins of the parents, and that they feel that prayer is the best way and (in some cases) the only way they can be cured of whatever ailment is ailing that person. Whether that ailment is real or imagined, Christians seem to think they can cure it through prayer and “faith healing”.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
As for your two points of thought: blaming and curing, I’ve never understood that either.
Unfortunately, it is a huge part of our society to blame either the victim or the nearest person to the victim instead of trying to help (or prevent) in some way.
You would think actions (donating to charities/hospitals, volunteering – reading to the blind, etc.) would matter more than saying a few words (no matter how heartfelt) when it comes to healing/curing.
It is important to remember (I have to remind myself this monthly) that although some who pray for the disabled are ableist or taking advantage, most do it out of kindness – ignorance, yes, but kindness too. Which is actually still ableist (benevolent ableism?)…but I try not to think of that too much; otherwise I’ll end up getting pissed at every Christian who offers – or does – a quick healing prayer for me.
I totally agree with you. I’m not religious by any stretch. I’ve gone to my share of churches, and was a member of a couple of them, but I’ve long decided that I wasn’t going to rely on a church or a Bible for my morals or beliefs.
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
I’m hearing impaired in my right ear. I can hear fine, provided that person is directly in front of me, or to my left side. But if he’s to my right side, I can tell that he, or she’s talking, but I can’t make out the words. I’ve had Christians try to pray to me to help me hear better. That’s always annoyed me big time. I try to be polite about it. But being polite doesn’t always make them go away. I’m neither violent or rude. But I refuse to let people box me in for any reason.