I think all have heard the why doesn’t god heal amputees question.
I’m an amputee and have never once asked God why He hasn’t healed me.
As much as I miss my beautiful, perfect hand (only lost one finger, but lost sensation in another, and movement in a third), and as much as I would love with all my heart to be able to play the piano and guitar and flute the way I used to – I think it would be more than I could handle to receive a miracle of that level, to have my hand fully restored in this life.
Can you imagine my colleagues’ responses to my hand suddenly being perfect, when they all knew it had been a mess the day before?
Can you imagine the confusion of my young students (all 500+) when they see a body part grow back that shouldn’t grow back? And my youngest students (the kindergartners) don’t even yet understand that fingers do not grow back – how confused would they be by such a miracle?
And what about the families at the school? I wouldn’t be able to carry on teaching, there would be such a fuss about the miracle! There would be people begging for prayers, as if I’d somehow earned a miracle through holiness. There would be skeptics talking about my fake injury and fake recovery. And they’d also be talking about my lack of holiness and why would God grant a miracle to faithless fool like her?
And oh my goodness, can you imagine the response from the Catholics in my area!
Jesus told us that from one to whom much is given, much is expected. If people witness a miracle – something that cannot be explained by science, like the regrowth of a body part – that puts a greater burden on them to believe.
And when people saw that God had done such a miracle in my life, they’d watch me more closely and see and hear all the stupid things I do and say that are not in alignment with my beliefs – and that could actually turn people AWAY from God instead of towards Him.
No, I never ask God why He doesn’t heal my hand. I thank Him for His continued grace to remain strong and courageous, to be an example to my students (some of whom also have injured or deformed hands), and to use my hands to make music and art.
But I will say that when my accident first happened, I was stunned how many people made a point of telling me they were praying for me. Some of them I didn’t even know. But I credit the prayers of these people for the calmness I felt in the face of losing so much as a pianist and guitarist.
Anyway, that’s my two cents.