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GOD'S GRACE
God hath not promised skies
always blue
Flower strewn pathway all our
lives through;
God hath not promised sun
without rain
Joy without sorrow, peace
without pain.
How many times I had unthinkingly hymned these words by Annie
Johnson Flint. Like many who had not known the "graduate school of pain," I
too was lulled into false security. I honestly thought Christians
experienced only "skies always blue... joy without sorrow, peace
without pain." In one brief instant, however, this imagined immunity from
suffering was swept away. A world-renowned internist pronounced those dread
words one feels will always happen to somebody else but never to himself.
Objectively impersonally, the physician said, "You have cancer."
Oh, the shock, the cold clutching terror of the moment. The agony
of driving home and of sharing this grim news with loved ones must certainly
be one of life's great crises. I, who seemed so whole, so full of life
and energy, was soon to learn in human suffering some of God's
greatest lessons.
The throbbiing nightmare did not go away. It was undeniably there.
At that paralyzing moment, my every thought was the thumping,
pulsing question, "WHY ME, LORD? WHY ME?"
We phoned family, friends, and churches where we had served. I
called Dr. Baker James Cauthen at the Baptist Foreign Mission Board in
Richmond, Virginia. With quiet assurance he promised to pray for me.
Only months later did I learn that immediately after our conversation
he cabled missionary "prayer warriors." Consequently, a vast
chain of intercessory prayer encircled the globe. Prayer changes
things! It changed my attitude of fear and rebellion to one of
trust and affirmation. The big human question mark straightened into an
exclamation point of praise! As the recipient of intercessory prayer, I
could testify with my whole being, "Not my will, Father, but thine be
done."
My cancer surgery lasted for eight hours, my stay in the hsopital for
over six weeks, and recuperation at home for another eight weeks. I knew
battering, engulfing, excruciating, unrelenting hurt. Like a knife,
pain pared the core of my being. Yet through it all, as a Christian I could
draw upon God's all sufficient grace. His blessed assurances
strengthened me.
The inevitable postoperative tests began about three months after
surgery. The best news lay yet ahead. No evidence of the malignancy
could be found! The prognosis of "poor chance for survival" was
overturned. Something beyond the power of medical science occurred.
Doctors could not fully explain what happened to me in that New Orleans
hospital room. Prayer precipitated a twentieth century miracle in my body.
God heard. God responded. God healed.
FOUR CERTAINTIES
Through these intervening years since my bout with cancer, I
have forged four certainties. I believe these "tested" truths can
sustain a Christian during times of crises:
1) God, through Christ Jesus, is our all sufficient resource
in every trying circumstance.;
2) God has the right to allow his children to be tested in
the crucible of pain and trial;
3) God has an overruling reason for permitting us to
suffer;
4) God has a reward through the suffering experience and in
aftermaths of tribulation.
Through illness I have come to the realization that as God's child, I
can, no matter what the circumstance, always count on Him. I have learned
that whenever crises overpower my waning strength, God reinforces. He
stands ready to help.
Are you in the grip of pain and suffering? Then draw upon God's
ready resources. He will strengthen. He will sustain. His grace is
more than sufficient for our every trial.
For God hath promised strength
for the day
Rest for the labor, light for the way
Grace for the trials, help from above
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.
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Adapted from Claude Rhea's autobiography: With My Song I
will Praise Him (Broadman Press, 1977). Claude Rhea
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