I don’t know how to heal the wounded. I can’t even heal my own woundedness. But I know Someone who can. He’s a real doctor, a physician who refuses to treat my “brokenness superficially claiming: Peace, peace,” when there is none (Jeremiah 6.14). He’s the Great Physician and I need Him.
“It is not those who are well who need a physician, but those who are sick. I have not come to call the righteous but sinners to repentance,” (Jesus, Luke 5.31-32 NAS).
Jesus came for people like me.
