Sunday, April 27, 2014

The Problem of Pain

I loved the book, "Chocolate and Vicodin: My Quest for Relief from the Headache that Wouldn't Go Away" by Jennette Fulda. Not only has she chronicled her first three years of life with a ridiculously severe, stubborn and unalleviating headache, she managed to do so with humor and brutal honesty. (By the way, she also wrote "Half-Assed:  A Weight-Loss Memoir," which I also loved.  That will be a topic for another blog).  Fulda isn't a Christian, as far as I know, but her humor and wisdom in the midst of her chronic suffering bespoke of heroism to me. 

"Chocolate" hit home for me, not that I suffer nearly as much as she has from her excruciating, constant headache, but that the past six years of my life have been spent feeling pretty much chronically crappy, with the last six months or so sequeing into a more acute condition of fairly severe  joint and spinal-related pain accompanied by constant fatigue.  I'm still waiting for a definitive diagnosis, but auto-immune spinal arthritis is the most likely culprit. On a more minor but annoying note, I also have had eight months of chronic tennis elbow (though innocuous sounding, is a huge pain in the a...uh, forearm).

I am nothing if not proactive.  I exercise, attempt to keep my weight down (operative word here is "attempt"), eat a fairly healthy diet, don't smoke or do illicit drugs, avail myself of medical services, and pray regularly for healing.  But still.  I also try my best to not slap people who give me well-meaning nutritional and herbal advice.  

I have many friends and acquaintances that suffer far worse than I do, with truly life-threatening, progressive and debilitating illnesses and injuries. I feel like a wimp in comparison.  I pray regularly for their healing as well, and feel helpless frustration that they continue to experience so much pain and anguish. Whatever the cause of one's poor health, life is much harder (and FAR more expensive) with chronic pain, and even harder with those of us who totally believe the healing power of God and sit around in condemnation, wondering what we are doing wrong to forestall our healing.  

My son, a world-traveling missionary, ministers the gospel and physical healing wherever he goes.  Obviously, he has prayed for me on many occasions.  But still.  Lest I'm tempted to think I'm unhealable, I remember with great clarity the one time I was instantly, miraculously healed.  Close to 20 years ago I had strep throat, 13 times in a row, recurring every month like clockwork. Sick of antibiotics, doctor bills, feeling terrible, and facing a possible tonsillectomy (no health insurance at the time) I was at my wits' end.  One particularly frustrated day I attended a weekly women's prayer group and my good friend Linda prayed for me as part of other various stated prayer needs. She didn't touch me, didn't do anything special, just simply prayed for the Lord to heal my strep throat. I had zero faith.  Instantly a wave of incredible heat filled my body.  As I related the experience to the other ladies there, I qualified the fact that only time would tell if I really was healed. No great act of faith, that. I never had strep throat again, period.  I have witnessed other miracles as well over the 41 years of my Christianity, some healing, some other equally amazing events, all pointing to an supernatural God Who is not confined to the very laws of nature He created.

So I think the question isn't "why are we not healed?" The question is, "how can I walk in Christ's miracle-working power?" I believe the answer is relatively simple: James 1:4 PERSEVERANCE, and John 15:5 REMAINING IN HIM.

The gospel of John, chapter 5, contains the story of Jesus healing the crippled man by the pool. The Pharisees, of course, weren't impressed with the feat of this former, well-known cripple WALKING, they were incensed the restored man had the audacity to carry his mat around on the SABBATH, which somehow constituted work to their tiny minds, as did the fact Jesus exerted himself healing people.  Anyway, lest I digress into a tirade against legalism, I will get to the point: Jesus answered their accusations: "...My Father is always at his work to this very day, and I too am working...Very truly I tell you, the Son can do nothing by himself; he can do only what he sees his Father doing, because whatever the Father does the Son also does. For the Father loves the Son and shows him all he does. Yes, and he will show him even greater works than these, so that you will be amazed. For just as the Father raises the dead and gives them life, even so the Son gives life to whom he is pleased to give it," verses 17-21.

Jesus did what He saw the FATHER doing.  Therefore to me, that means the Father does healing, and therefore, because of Jesus, we do healing.

Bethel pastor Bill Johnson said this: "'For the Son of Man did not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them' (Luke 9:56). The word 'save' in the original Greek language is the word 'sozo'. It refers specifically to the forgiveness of sin, the healing of disease, and the deliverance from torment. That is salvation. Jesus made the provision needed to save the whole person-spirit, soul and body..."

I don't think this means we dissolve into wails of "Why God?" whenever someone isn't noticeably healed, nor does it mean we sit around passively and wait for healing.  I think Joyce Meyer puts it wonderfully: "If you need to take medicine, take it. If you need to go to the doctor, go. But don't do anything without trusting God to bring healing in your life. because even when medicine can't do it, even when man can't do it, God can still heal you. He is still a miracle-working God!" Amen.

She also said: "Some of you right now are in the wilderness of your life and whether you know it or not, He's working some junk out of you that needs to come out before you're going to be ready to have what God has promised you."  I think this is true, too. The Gospel itself is super simple, but we are not super simple beings. Most of us come to the Cross cluttered with junk: unbelief, unforgiveness, shame, unworthiness, wrong thinking, etc, and a lot of our healing takes place in the revelation and grace we encounter while we're sick.  Major things happen as we wait on the Lord for healing.

Now is the place where highly astute people ask, "why do some incredible lovers of God go to their graves unhealed?"  My brilliant answer? I don't know. I have no idea, and I'm not going to make up stuff. All I can do is trust Jesus and keep praying. Trust Jesus when people die. Trust Jesus when people suffer. Trust Jesus when I prayed the 999th prayer for my best friend who's suffering. Do what I know to do, and trust God that "in all things He works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose."

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Still Munching on the Apple

        The other day I was thinking about choices, and why those of us who confess Christ continue to follow in Eve's footsteps instead of living as free people. Eve's legacy causes us to repeatedly CHOOSE sin over freedom.  We continue to reach for the apple, even though its wormy bite leads to spiritual harm and bondage. I pondered on why we continue to chew its fruit, day after day, hour after hour, after awhile not even questioning our choices, forgetting really, that we actually HAVE a choice to "throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles," (Hebrews 12:2).

        Why do we choose sin over freedom?  Fear.  Animal, unthinking fear lies at the root of what we continue to do: our blinding compulsion to continue Eve's legacy.  For she, our flesh mother, grasped and sank her teeth into the evilly offered fruit because without it, she feared she would remain childlike and weak.  Without it, she wouldn't KNOW things. She threw away her innocence and right standing with God, her Creator and Sustainer, because she didn't trust Him, period.

               "He was not alone. There, only a few yards away from him stood the Witch. She was just throwing away the core of an apple which she had eaten. The juice was darker than you would expect and had made a horrid stain around her mouth...And he began to see that there might be some sense in that last line [of the sign at the gate of the garden: "For those who steal...shall find their heart's desire and find despair"] about getting your heart's desire and getting despair along with it. For the Witch looked stronger and prouder than ever, and even, in a way, triumphant; but her face was deadly white, white as salt...[The witch continued], 'You have plucked fruit in the garden yonder. You have it in your pocket now. And you are going to carry it back, untasted, to the Lion; for HIM to eat, for HIM to use. You simpleton! Do you know what that fruit is? I will tell you. It is the apple of youth, the apple of life. I know, for I have tasted it; and I feel already such changes in myself that I know I shall never grow old or die. Eat it, Boy, eat it; and you and I will both live forever and be king and queen of this whole world..."  From The Magician's Nephew, C.S. Lewis.

         Don't think we have escaped the apple, simply because we were not there in the garden with Eve. For we are daily, constantly tempted to eat of its lying flesh.  We bite the apple whenever we give in to that root of fear and choose to disobey the Lord. We are no different than our exponentially great-grandma, Eve.  We too fear that God and His destiny for us is not enough. We suspect we need more. So we go for the gusto, no matter what it costs us. We pretend we aren't sinning. We use words like"struggle" or joke affectionately about our little "slips," but truly, we taste despair, even as we search for fulfillment.

     The temptation to give into pride, anger, lust, gluttony, control, sexual addictions, status, money, power or even the frittering away kingdom time on entertainment and recreation all promise us the world and a bigger life, but make no mistake; bit by bit they erode our very souls.  Deep in our inward parts we FEAR that God isn't enough, that He won't come through for us, so we need to shore up this deficit by going after what our flesh desires.  Our fears bring on the sin of unbelief and we live as pagans and paupers, not sons and daughters of the Most High God.
   
       Loren Cunningham, the founder of YWAM wrote in Making Jesus Lord: "It is a rule of the Kingdom of God: Give up something good and receive something of greater value; give up your rights and receive greater privileges with God. Jacob wrestled with God, was wounded in his hip and became a Prince, a leader of a nation. But he limped for the rest of his life. Every strong man or woman of God has gone this route.The choice is yours: Remain in mediocrity and miss out on God's greater purposes for you, or walk with a limp and be a prince."

       You call me out upon the waters: the great unknown,
        where feet may fail
       And there I find You in the mystery; in oceans deep,
        my faith will stand

       Your grace abounds in deepest waters;
       Your sovereign hand will be my guide
        Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me;
         You've never failed, and You won't start now
               
        And I will call upon Your name
         And keep my eyes above the waves
        When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
         For I am Yours, and You are mine

         Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
         Let me walk upon the waters; wherever You would call me
         Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
         And my faith will be made stronger
         In the presence of my Savior
                 Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) by Hillsong United