About 26 years ago, before the Addison’s Disease was discovered, (see “The Addison’s Battle,” http://nowwhat.cog7.org), I struggled to know why I weighed only 79 pounds, why I could barely walk up the stairs, why I couldn’t eat.
A verse came to me: “He must increase, but I must decrease.” (John 3:30) Why this verse? Why not one about God’s care for me? Why not one about healing? Why not a verse about God working everything out for our good? I think I may know the answer: When a middle-aged lady turns to skin-and-bones, it’s difficult for her to think or talk about anything but herself. This reminder said, “Marty, it’s still not about you. It’s about Me, and when you get that straight, your problem might find a solution.”
Layer-by-layer, I’ve found, and continue to find, solutions. God provides the right doctors, encouragers and common-sense answers–and a great husband and family just when I need them.
Several years ago, when I visited a friend in the hospital, I saw a young man standing in a corridor. Likely a loved one had a critical illness. He exclaimed over-and-over, “Jesus!, Jesus!, Jesus!”He spoke clearly, did not seem out of control. I knew he wasn’t a crazy man. He simply knew the only Person with the answer: Jesus!
My two daughters live 30 miles away and 30 air hours away! Instead of worry, I’d like to whisper it as I lie in bed, wanting God to protect these my children and my children’s children: Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Though I once weighed 79 pounds, I now sit at my computer with swollen feet, thinking I could pop them with a pin. I struggle to find shoes my feet will slide into. Other physical issues concern me. Though none of them seems critical, I want this to be my response, asking for help from the Great Healer: Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Nearly a week ago, we elected a new leader for our great country. Some like him, some don’t. If we like him, we might trust the president instead of the King of kings. If we don’t like him, we may give up and not trust anyone. So, let’s trust God no matter what our political leanings. Only He and our individual and collective hearts turned toward Him can make the big difference in our troubled souls and troubled land. Instead of rioting, let’s shout it from our homes, our neighborhoods and our cities–and in the streets: Jesus!, Jesus!, Jesus!
Whether you’re tired of your big fat feet; whether your kids live in Australia or next-door; whether you like or dislike our present leaders, let’s allow God to increase in our lives as we decrease. In the end, I believe we will increase in ways we never imagined, as we cry, Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!