Last night a friend in the
Middle East shocked me with the news that another friend was fighting stage 4
cancer of the lungs. What was really strange about this was not the news, but
rather my reaction.
I’m not a sentimental
person and being a doctor for 30 years I have developed a steeled attitude towards
sickness and death, sometimes to the point of being indifferent and apathetic. The
sadness and shock that overwhelmed me last night made me realize that I was
softening up or was it my feelings to the person concerned that shook me up to
the core?
Eight years ago God called
me out of my cultic state into his kingdom of truth. I imagined myself a
newborn babe totally dependent on someone else for spiritual food. I’m quite
certain that God anointed Lilet together with a dozen more to look after me
and help me take my first uncertain steps into realizing the true essence of
Christianity.
This lady and her team
brought me to the mountain villages for a week at a time to minister to the
marginalized tribes. That may be how it looked to them, but for me it was
actually the abandoned mountain folk who were ministering to my soul.
As a physician, I have a
tendency to deal with stage 4 cancer patients with a sense of hopelessness and futility
and this case of Lilet may not be different from the others. The only thing
that sets her apart from the rest is that I know that God is in charge and in
His greatness I am in no position to analyze His intentions for her.
My heart cries out to God
for Lilet’s healing and recovery.
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