Magic Wand

Sometimes life seems so seriously wrong that we believe that we may need a magic wand and that if we had such a tool we could wave it and make whatever problem at the moment correct.

Magic wands come in a variety of forms. Sometimes they come in the basic relaxation skill of breathe ~~~ exhale. When things go awry I often hold my breath. This does not facilitate thinking very well. It does not encourage living very deeply either. Holding ones breath creates havoc all its own.

Magic wands are often medications prescribed by medical professionals to cure what ails a person.

Magic wands can often be found in these words: I lay my hands upon you in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, beseeching our Lord Jesus Christ to sustain you with his presence, to drive away all sickness of body and spirit, and to give you that victory of life and peace which will enable you to serve him both now and evermore. Amen (BCP, p.457)

Magic wands can be used in times of frustration. After long suffering and patience tested to a tiny thread I have heard one person say “I will just go in there and wave my magic wand and everything will be OK.”

I have witnessed magic wands at work during a furniture moving adventure that was instigated by no one doing the actual moving. After stopping three times to secure the ropes, I heard a very brave young woman pat the furniture and say, “It will be just fine.” and she got in the truck and drove home. It was just fine.

A Magic wand is found in the words: Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.

Surgery to remove a part of the body that is not playing well with the majority of the body may be a magic wand. I know of several people who have lived very fantastic lives through the great mystery of modern surgery and I am glad of it. Without these mysterious wands of science I would not know some amazing stories about sugar cane, or the Great Depression or how candy was made by my Grandmother, a Confectioner.

Magic wands come in several shapes and sizes and in words such as Sister. My magic wand today was hearing the voice of my Sister. It healed what hurt and gave me a smile and some peace. After all isn’t that what we want from magic – a smile?