After last week’s tease about St Paul coming to the earth plane and inhabiting a body in order to heal people, I couldn’t not watch last night’s show about Ray on Trust Me I’m A Healer.
To be honest, it was the “usual healing thing” – travelling the country, seeing up to 20 people per day at £30 a pop to do things that doctors can’t through claimed means and methods about which most people would be fairly sceptical…
But last night I saw something unexpected, a young woman that Paul couldn’t heal – Ray’s own daughter. She was hurting about the death of her mum and the “loss” of her dad to Paul’s ministry: she said several times that she missed her dad, hardly ever saw him, using words to the effect of “Paul’s at home but Dad rarely is”.
Her meeting with Paul (the first time she had done so – Ray admitted he hardly ever talks to his kids about his work) was the hardest part of the programme to watch. She was understandably upset and struggling to come to terms with what she saw – essentially her dad but with a different voice. But for me it was key that he couldn’t reach her, couldn’t heal her. In fact, it seemed like Paul was pushing her dad away from her, and her from him…
And it strikes me now that I know many “clergy kids” who also have that sort of relationship with their parent(s) – to everyone, the family is saintly, perfect, holy, but to those on the inside, it can be a very different and alienating experience to have to give your parent away…
Next week, apparently, it’s about the healing power of prayer… So more mumbo jumbo I couldn’t possibly believe in then! ;-)
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