Prayer

Scheduled for Surgery

The young doctor picked up the scalpel to make his first cut.  His hand shook over the patient’s abdomen.  Within the middle-aged woman’s body there was a tumor the size of an orange raging a war against her.  It was destroying her life.  The doctor just stood there, shaking.  Sweat from his brow ran down his face.  He looked at the nurse by his side and finally spoke his thoughts, “I just can’t do it.  I will hurt her.  She might have scars.  She might be mad at me.  Let’s just send her back to her room.”

A joke, right?  What surgeon in his right mind would send a patient from the operating room because he was worried about hurting or scarring him or her?  What honorable physician would be worried that his patient might be angry with him?  And, yet, when God tries to “operate” on us, we raise our fists and shout, “why, God?  How could you do this to me?  I don’t deserve this!”

Somehow I think we keep forgetting that God is our Creator.  He knows everything.  I often don’t understand why He has allowed something….whether it be in my life or someone else’s.  Many times life appears to be very unfair.  But God sees our hearts.  He sees where we are diseased and broken.  Just as the surgeon wields his instrument, cutting and stitching  in ways we could never understand, to improve our physical health, so our Heavenly Father cuts away and stitches to improve our spiritual health.

That trial that we are finding hard to bear may be what it will take to topple an idol held firmly in the wrong place within our heart.  Or perhaps it may work on our deadly habits of selfishness or greed.  Possibly the trial will even change the direction we are headed in life.   Any pain or scars that results from the surgery will be well worth it, because God knows best.   How He must shake His head with sadness when we cry out in arrogant anger, thinking with our finite minds that we know best.

James 2:2-4 says: My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, 3 knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. 4 But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.

We are to count it joy when we face a trial because it changes us…it perfects us.  This is so much easier to write than it is to do.  I realize this.  But if we are going to obey God’s Word, then we have no choice but to submit to His will and joyfully trust that He knows best.

So if we know we are scheduled for spiritual surgery–and we all are, we just don’t know when–how can we prepare?  It is a known fact that physical surgery goes so much better if we are healthy and in good physical shape.  Recovery time is considerably shorter, as well.  Might I suggest that spiritual surgery may be similar?  We will be much better prepared for spiritual surgery if we are in God’s Word daily, living a life of prayer and thankfulness.  We will especially be better prepared if we are practicing joy in the little cuts and bruises of life.

If we are believers, we are scheduled for spiritual surgery.  We don’t know when.  We don’t know how invasive.  But we are scheduled.

Strength Will Rise When I Wait?

Are you sure, Lord?  Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord, wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord.  As we sang this song in church yesterday, I thought about that phrase.  Wait a second…my strength doesn’t “rise” when I am waiting on the Lord.  It usually decreases.  I wonder if that phrase is even biblical?  So right there in church (sorry, Pastor Dan!) I started looking to find the scripture that  backed that phrase up.  As I read a few of the verses that contained the word “wait” I came across several rich passages but most had to do with being comforted by the Lord.  I didn’t read anything about my strength rising.  And then I remembered that verse in Isaiah.  Where was that again?  Chapter 40 or was it 41?  I flipped the pages through Isaiah looking for it.   There it was.  Chapter 40, verse 31:

 But those who wait on the LORD
Shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.

While we wait our strength will be renewed.  Our strength will rise…grow stronger…as we wait.  And I thought about some of the situations in my life where waiting is my only option.   And I knew that waiting usually depleted my strength.  It didn’t make it grow stronger.  And then I had to ask myself this question:  if scripture tells me that waiting will make me grow stronger, why was I growing weaker?

As I pondered this question, I realized the answer: I grow weaker when I am waiting if I am relying on my own strength.  I am small and finite and things look impossible to me.  But God is big and infinite and all-knowing. All things are possible with God.  He is our hope…our strong deliverer, just like the song goes on to say.  In fact, as I took the time to read through the lyrics (see below) after I got home, I realized that the entire song was based on that verse in Isaiah.

But there wasn’t anything in that verse to indicate that waiting would be easy…or fun.  In my world, I am “happier” if I can do something to solve a problem and many of my conversations with the Lord have gone something like this: “Lord, please just show me the path to take, and then I’ll do it, Lord. Please show me how I can solve the problem and I promise I will work hard to do that.”    But guess what?  If we solve the problem, then we get the glory.  It is only when I acknowledge that I can’t possibly solve this problem and, in prayer and with faith and patience, submit the impossible to my Heavenly Father that I can get a glimpse of His glory.

Some of us wait and wait and wait.  We have wayward children…or broken relationships…or a situation at work…or an illness…and they are seemingly unending.  And we grow discouraged.  And we grow weaker.  Waiting is not for the faint of heart.  Waiting is hard.   But after we have done all we can do…after we have given 110% to solve a problem…or read every good book there is to read about God’s will…and there is still a question mark hanging over our heads…then, instead of throwing our hands up in the air, we need to turn it over to the Lord.  And as we wait, trusting in a God who is so much bigger than us, our strength will be renewed, not because of anything we will do…but because He will give us strength.

Everlasting God

Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord
We will wait upon the Lord
We will wait upon the Lord

Our God, You reign forever
Our hope, our Strong Deliverer
You are the everlasting God
The everlasting God
You do not faint
You won’t grow weary

You’re the defender of the weak
You comfort those in need
You lift us up on wings like eagles
You won’t grow weary

The faith of a child

When I was around 9 years old, we had a miniature dachshund named Romeo that I loved dearly.  I don’t really think he loved me that terribly much.  But he was very patient with me, as I played with him, dressed him up, and basically tortured him.   If any dog, no matter what size, dared to cross our property line, he would run towards it, ferociously barking, and then back away and let our Labrador do the real work of keeping us safe.

For some reason I don’t remember, my parents decided it wasn’t going to work to keep him and they needed to find him a good home somewhere else.

I was heartbroken.  He left and we all moved on.  But I prayed that he would return.  I was 9.  I didn’t know that God “doesn’t care” about such things.  And so I prayed.

And then came that day, a few months later, when the phone rang.  It was the family who had taken him.  He was a great dog but some circumstance in their life prevented them from keeping him.  They wondered–do we want him back?  They wanted to check with us before they found him a different home.

As my mom and dad discussed this at the dinner table, they pondered what they should do.  About that time, I piped up in my childish voice, “I have been praying that he would come back!”

At that point what choice did they have?–as my mom laughingly points out when she retells the story.  And so, Romeo came back to live with us.

But I think we all learned a lesson that day, even my parents.   I had been innocently “casting all my care upon Him” (I Peter 5:7) and He was building the faith of a little child and her family by the unlikely and amazing return of a dog to its previous owners.  And when I think back upon that, even all of these years later, I view that event as a building block in the ever-increasing faith and trust in my loving Heavenly Father that has continued to develop over the years.

Do not ever think that God doesn’t care about the little stuff.  Oh, we don’t always get what we want and, often, those seemingly unimportant prayers will go unanswered.  But every now and then God will give us an answer so clear and so specific that we realize that it could have only been by His intervention and, once again, we are reminded that He knows all and He truly does care.

And so we thank Him for those obvious answers to prayer and realize that He is working, as only He knows how, even when we do not get the answer we want.  And we continue to trust and to cast our cares upon Him.  How thankful I am that He has shown me how much he cares, not only in my own life, but in the lives of others; not only about the important issues of life, but sometimes about the insignificant “stuff”.  If we have put our faith and trust in the God of the Bible and the message within its pages, then we serve a Living God! Praise be to Him.

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