(This article was originally posted on October 8th 2011 on http://theprintedpulpit.wordpress.com/)
The last blog I wrote was about something that made Atheists sick. Well, today I'm going to tell you about something that can make a Christian sick. It's called Cancer and I was recently diagnosed with it.
I'm going to be updating the blog for over the coming weeks with reports, not as a journal, but rather as a witness and a testimony of what Jesus is doing in my life. This is my story.
For several months prior I had been feeling odd. I became nauseous at odd times, I had pains in my right side that would come and go, and around the beginning of September I had such terrible back pain I could barely stand to sit behind the desk at my job as a hotel clerk.
My older brother is a doctor, and he feared I had hurt my gallbladder. He told me if I broke a fever it could mean I had ruptured it. Well, late night on Monday, September 19th, the fever came so my wife loaded me up and drove me to emergency room.
We were hopeful going in. Joanie (my wife) read to me from Psalm 91, and we said a little prayer together before they came and took me to a room. I was given several tests and waited patiently to hear from the doctor. When he did come back, little was said of my gallbladder. I had cancer; one mass of it had attached to my liver and another had attached to my pancreas.
Since then I’ve only spent two nights out of the hospital. I’ve had surgery on my right lung due to a fluid build up that was caused by cancer cells and I’ve undergone a colonoscopy(as it turns out my colon is the source of my cancer problem).
I’m not writing today to complain or seek pity. I’m writing because of a single feeling that came upon me that fateful Monday evening and has not left me since. It’s a feeling of peace. I have not shed one tear, lost one wink of sleep, or been scared even for a moment. This is going to sound foolhardy to some, but I am not afraid because I have an assurance that is more than 2600 years old.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
This is what I want to share with you: not pain, sorrow, or ups and downs, but the joy and stability that God has given me in this time. I’ll be writing more in the days and weeks to come, keeping you all appraised of my situation.
Thank you for reading and God Bless You All. Amen.
The last blog I wrote was about something that made Atheists sick. Well, today I'm going to tell you about something that can make a Christian sick. It's called Cancer and I was recently diagnosed with it.
I'm going to be updating the blog for over the coming weeks with reports, not as a journal, but rather as a witness and a testimony of what Jesus is doing in my life. This is my story.
For several months prior I had been feeling odd. I became nauseous at odd times, I had pains in my right side that would come and go, and around the beginning of September I had such terrible back pain I could barely stand to sit behind the desk at my job as a hotel clerk.
My older brother is a doctor, and he feared I had hurt my gallbladder. He told me if I broke a fever it could mean I had ruptured it. Well, late night on Monday, September 19th, the fever came so my wife loaded me up and drove me to emergency room.
We were hopeful going in. Joanie (my wife) read to me from Psalm 91, and we said a little prayer together before they came and took me to a room. I was given several tests and waited patiently to hear from the doctor. When he did come back, little was said of my gallbladder. I had cancer; one mass of it had attached to my liver and another had attached to my pancreas.
Since then I’ve only spent two nights out of the hospital. I’ve had surgery on my right lung due to a fluid build up that was caused by cancer cells and I’ve undergone a colonoscopy(as it turns out my colon is the source of my cancer problem).
I’m not writing today to complain or seek pity. I’m writing because of a single feeling that came upon me that fateful Monday evening and has not left me since. It’s a feeling of peace. I have not shed one tear, lost one wink of sleep, or been scared even for a moment. This is going to sound foolhardy to some, but I am not afraid because I have an assurance that is more than 2600 years old.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:4-5
Isaiah’s passionate description of the Messiah as the suffering servant and the power of his redemptive work is among the most memorable passages in the Bible, but it has taken on a whole new meaning for me because I know that I am healed in Christ, I know that God has taken my sorrows away, and I KNOW that there is a God in Heaven who inspired the Holy Scriptures and each one is a promise and prophesy given to us, his children.
This is what I want to share with you: not pain, sorrow, or ups and downs, but the joy and stability that God has given me in this time. I’ll be writing more in the days and weeks to come, keeping you all appraised of my situation.
Thank you for reading and God Bless You All. Amen.
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