In 2009, as a 31-year-old husband and father of two young children, I faced unexpected open-heart surgery because of an aortic aneurysm that was caught before it ruptured. While the data showed that the risks of surgery were relatively low, that was cold comfort for someone whose chest would be cracked open and whose heart would stop while doctors repaired his diseased aorta. My anxiety was off the charts; I struggled to push through the weeks leading up to the surgery. I was blessed, however, with family, friends, and strangers, far and wide, praying for me.
Like those in today’s gospel passage, these people “brought” me to the Lord, “interceded with him” for me. When I couldn’t pray because of the anxiety and fear, this multitude of people begged Christ for a miracle or, barring that, safe passage through the grueling surgery and recovery. They carried my family and me to the Lord.
That is why I am always struck by passages in the gospels, like today’s, in which friends and family literally carry the sick to our Lord for cure, for aid. These stories cut against that go-it-alone attitude and posture that we’ve imbibed since we were babies. That sort of atomized individualism isn’t a gospel category.
In these simple vignettes, we learn a lesson about faith. As St. Cyril of Jerusalem wrote in his catechetical lectures, the “power of faith is enormous. It is so great that it not only saves the believer; thanks to one person’s faith, others are saved also.” We are called to carry friends, family, strangers, and enemies in our prayers and in our faith to the Lord. He will do the rest. Sometimes it will be a miracle healing. Other times it will be the grace to sustain someone through deep suffering. Whatever it is, we are our brother’s keeper.