Why I'll Skip the Celtic Method of Cataract Healing

old Celtic abbey in Ireland used on a post at Holy in the Daily

Last January I learned I had cataracts, and within a few months I would need to have surgery to remove them. Well that time is finally here. I’ll be experiencing a healing journey for some weeks as first one eye is operated on and then the other. In preparation, I looked through my resources to see if there was a Celtic prayer for the healing of cataracts. Sure enough, I found one—though it wasn’t what I expected.This story is from the Carmina Gadelica, a collection of Celtic prayers, poems, and songs gathered by Alexander Carmichael between 1855 and 1910. The woman in this story suffered from cataracts and found water from special healing springs to be useful in relieving her suffering. Here is her story in her own words:

I take the basin of water home, and three green blades of grass of the plain, and I put a piece of gold or a silver coin in the basin of water, and I dip blade after blade in the basin of water, and pray to God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, for guidance and compassion.And I dip a blade of grass in the basin of water and draw the blade softly and gently across the cataract on the eyeball in the name of Father. And I dip a blade of grass in the basin of water and draw the blade softly across the cataract on the eyeball in the name of Son. And I dip a blade of grass in the basin of water and draw the blade softly and gently across the cataract on the eyeball in the name of Spirit.And I ask the everlasting Trinity of life to grant me my prayer if it be Their own will so to do and if the asking be in accord with Their mind.

Her faith is remarkable, but personally, I thankful I live in more modern times and have the benefit of a specialist. Laser surgery and multifocal lenses sound like a miracle to me! I’ll let you know how my healing journey goes.Have you or someone you know suffered with cataracts? I’d love to hear the story.

In Him together, Susan Gaddis

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