SCRIPTURE: Matthew 8:2 (TM)
Then a leper appeared and
went to his knees before Jesus, praying, "Master, if you want to, you can
heal my body."
STORY:
Philip Yancey in his book, Disappointment with God, writes: Even back then I was searching for hard evidence of God as an
alternative to faith. And one day I found it--on television, of all places.
While randomly flipping a dial, I came across a mass healing service being
conducted by Kathryn Kuhlman. I watched for a few minutes as she brought
various people up on the stage and interviewed them. Each one told an amazing
story of supernatural healing. Cancer, heart conditions, paralysis--it was like
a medical encyclopedia up there. As I watched Kuhlman's program, my doubts
gradually melted away. At last I had found something real and tangible. Kuhlman
asked a musician to sing her favorite song, "He Touched Me. That's what I
needed, I thought; a touch, a personal touch from God. She held out that
promise, and I lunged for it.
Three weeks
later when Kathryn Kuhlman came to a neighboring state, I skipped classes and
traveled half a day to attend one of her meetings. The atmosphere was
unbelievably charged--soft organ music in the background; the murmuring sound
of people praying aloud, some in strange tongues; and every few minutes a happy
interruption when someone would stand and claim, "I'm healed!" One
person especially make an impression, a man from Milwaukee who had been carried
into the meeting on a stretcher. When he walked--yes, walked--onstage, we all
cheered wildly. He told us he was a physician, and I was even more impressed.
He had incurable lung cancer, he said, and was told he had six months to live.
But now, tonight, he believed God had healed him. He was walking for the first
time in months. He felt great. Praise God! I wrote down the man's name and
practically floated out of that meeting. I had never known such certainty of
faith before. My search was over; I had seen proof of a living God in those
people on the stage. If he could work tangible miracles in them, then surely he
had something wonderful in store for me.
I wanted
contact with the man of faith I had seen at the meeting, so much so that
exactly one week later I phoned Directory Assistance in Milwaukee and got the
physician's number. When I dialed it, a woman answered the phone. "May I
please speak to Dr. S_____," I said. Long silence. "Who are
you?" she said at last. I figured she was just screening calls from
patients or something. I gave my name and told her I admired Dr. S_____ and had
wanted to talk to him ever since the Kathryn Kuhlman meeting. I had been very
moved by his story, I said. Another long silence. Then she spoke in a flat
voice, pronouncing each word slowly. "My...husband...is...dead." Just
that one sentence, nothing more, and she hung up.
I can't tell
you how that devastated me. I was wasted. I half-staggered into the next room,
where my sister was sitting. "Richard, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Are you all right?" No, I was not all right. But I couldn't talk
about it. I was crying. My mother and sister tried to pry some explanation out
of me. But what could I tell them? For me, the certainty I had staked my life
on had died with that phone call. A flame had flared bright for one fine,
shining week and then gone dark, like a dying star.
OBSERVATION:
Is our belief in God
dependent on one event, one act, one healing, one miracle? I admit it is a “Martinism”,
but it makes sense to me anyway. It goes like this: If one takes away the hope
of Heaven as well as the fear of Hell would we still believe? Would we still
follow Jesus? Would we still live a life of grace, hope and promise? Is our
faith dependent on one healing?
A leper comes to Jesus. He
kneels in submission. He makes a humble confession, “if you want to…” We are
that leper in so many ways. Oh, we are not untouchable – maybe unapproachable –
but certainly we couldn’t be counted among the untouchables as are the lepers.
And yet, we stand in as much need of healing and wholeness as does one with
this disease. We come to Jesus. We kneel in submission. We make our humble
confession… and we hope that the answer is yes! Please Lord let be yes! Let it be
yes just this once! We will never ask for anything else from you if you would answer
with a yes this time!
Like Philip Yancey, one of my
favorite authors, we have all been disappointed with God. We prayed believing
and still death came. We prayed and divorce happened anyway. We prayed, but the
bright flare of the flame slowly died over time. We prayed. We prayed in Jesus’
name. We prayed believing, but offense to our belief system still happened –
life changing, earth shaken offense. An offense to everything we pin our hope
to. We are disappointed that God didn’t pick us for the healing, even though
our hand was raised higher than everybody else’s… even though we kept saying
over and over and over again, “Pick me, pick me, pick me.”
PRAYER:
We stand in need today. In
our mind we are more needy that many others. We live believing that we are more
worthy than most. Pick us… oh, please Lord, pick us this time. We don’t want
the flame to die out. We desire hope to continue. Give us insight and
understanding and patience to accept your answer.
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