Paul and Silas sang in a prison.
Their feet were in stocks, they were bleeding and confined.
Wouldn't it have been easier if they hadn't been arrested
at all? But they were being held captive.
Why? Wouldn't they have been
more effective if they were FREE, spreading God's Word?
Lazarus remained deathly ill,
waiting for Jesus to arrive. It seemed to take Jesus FOREVER
to respond to the requests made by Lazarus' sisters to come
as quickly as He could. Then, Lazarus died. The sisters
went through all of the burial arrangements, the preparing
of the body, the funeral…purchasing a tomb, hiring mourners…
Wouldn't it just have been
easier if Jesus had responded right away?
Mary became pregnant as a virgin.
People shunned her, they ridiculed her, they wanted to kill
her! They refused to believe that she carried the Messiah!
After all, she had been unfaithful to her marriage vows,
She and Joseph had to travel
many miles to Bethlehem; Mary had baby Jesus in a barn.
They had to run to Egypt…
Wouldn't it have just been
easier if Jesus had been born as He deserves -- in a palace,
with no threats, no filth, no humanity?
Jeremiah was a prophet for
many years, but no one listened to him -- not even his own
family! He proclaimed the Word of the Lord in a place where
nobody cared and nobody listened. The people remained condemned
and Jeremiah became known as "the weeping prophet"
for all of the sorrows he endured.
Wouldn't it have just been
easier if the people had listened? Why did Jeremiah have
to go to all the trouble of proclaiming the Word, being
excluded from his family and society, being thrown in a
pit and treated like filth, if the people were NOT going
I don't know why! I just
don't understand it all yet. Understanding is a life-long
journey, and I am sure that I will not fully understand
it all, even when I leave this earth. After all,
Oh, the depth of the
riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable
His judgments, and His paths beyond tracing out!
Who has known the mind of the Lord? Or who has been His
For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things.
To Him be the glory forever! Amen.
For who among men knows
the thoughts of a man except the man's spirit within him?
In the same way no one knows the thoughts of God except
the Spirit of God.
I Corinthians 2:11
But one thing I know. I wouldn't
trade where we are now. Oh, I'd trade the sickness alright.
But with the sorrow and the pain, God has given us a spiritual-mindedness
that we've not had before. We've learned to ask for help
through the pain. What else can we do? We have become totally
dependent on Him, even -- as in Brooklyn's situation-in
every breath we take. We are at the end of ourselves and
it has led the way to the only Way.
God has taught me so
much more about praise. I need it -- I crave it!
Paul and Silas weren't just being nice or obedient when
they were singing praise songs to God in prison -- they
were doing the only thing left to do: the uplifting thing,
the sacrificial thing, the necessary thing, the healing
Praise songs are playing
constantly in our home. Brooklyn, Chase, and I (and even
Ken on his paint bucket drum) get together regularly-sometimes
even late into the night -- to sing and praise God. We have
to! It is keeping us sane. It is keeping us alive. It fills
us up when we feel so empty.
Our little ones -- our
African children -- have watched what we are going through.
They are blessedly healthy! But they see the splints and
the pain and the suffering. They willingly push Jonah's
wheelchair. Emerson prays openly and loudly when our biological
children are in pain. Emalee has laid her hands on Brooklyn's
heart and prayed for her. Josiah has prayed in his bed for
the healing of his family.
And just this morning,
Emerson came running out of church crying…not just in tears,
but with earth shaking sobs that echoed down the hall of
the community center. At first I was annoyed. We are supposed
to be quiet in the hall--why would she cry so loudly? Had
Emalee upset her? She started
telling me so fast and with so many sobs that at first,
I couldn't make sense of it.
"Slow down, Emerson,
and take a breath. Then, tell me."
"Mom! I need Jesus!
I can't wait any longer! I need Jesus now! I need
Him to heal me."
Later this afternoon,
after talking with Ken and me, Emerson prayed and gave her
life to Jesus. And do you know what she said?
"Finally, Mom, I'm
healed! I'm saved! Now I can really sing praise and worship
with a healed heart!"
She's six years old.
But she gets it.
That's true healing!
Don't you see? Who cares "why"? I hate this suffering
my kids are going through. I hate the splints and the bloody
urine and the pain and the casts and wheelchairs! I hate
the doctors' appointments! But it is showing me and my family
what true healing is…and it is not relief from sickness
Daughter, your faith
has made you well. Go in peace.
Jesus, "Your faith has healed you."
Then He said to
him, "Rise and go. Your faith has made you well."
True healing is faith in God.
It is relief from death eternal. It is life!! True healing
may lead to physical healing…oh how I hope it does for my
own children. But true healing involves true believing.
Do you truly believe? Then
you have been healed from the worst disease ever -- the
greatest sickness to strike all mankind.
I don't always understand my
circumstances, but who can know the mind of God? What I
do understand, however, what I have felt, in the saddest
times, when I was hurting so much over what we're going
through…is God's sorrow. He has cried with me, He holds
me, He strengthens me, He understands my pain.
He loves me. He loves my family.
And we are being healed, day by day…
And that's enough, really it
Even though I don't always
Consider it pure joy,
my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many
because you know that the testing of your faith develops
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