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Why?

 

 

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…

 

Why?

 

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, right?

 

She and Joseph had to travel many miles to Bethlehem; Mary had baby Jesus in a barn. They had to run to Egypt…

 

Why?

 

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.

 

Why?

 

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 to respond?

 

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 counselor?
For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever! Amen.
Romans 11:33-36

 

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 thing.

 

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 or disease.

 

Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace.
Mark 5:34

 

"Go," said Jesus, "Your faith has healed you."
Mark 10:52

 

Then He said to him, "Rise and go. Your faith has made you well."
Luke 17:19

 

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 is!

 

Even though I don't always understand "why."

 

Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds,
because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.
James 1



 








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