Yesterday at church it was mentioned that we live in a very anxiety ridden culture. It seems fear is rampant. What better way to deal with the threats out there than to hope for a superhero to come to our rescue! Back in the 80s Bonnie Tyler sang the questions many people are asking today:
"Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need."
This song was hugely popular for good reason. It seems many of us resonate with the desire to be rescued.
The thing is, we have been rescued! God sent us a hero to rescue us - Jesus Christ. Which many of you Christians already know, so that seems obvious. But if that is true, why do we Christians still find ourselves so often in the boat with those who are anxious and fearful?
In the Bible (John 5) there is a story of a crippled man who had been sick 38 years laying by a pool waiting for a supernatural healing that only happened if someone would help him get into the water at the right moment. Its a sad, sad story. You feel sorry for the bloke until you hear Jesus ask him if he really wants to get well. Then you start to see a bit of a different picture. Thirty-eight years is a long time. Do you suppose he just got used to being stuck in this predicament? In all those years, he couldn't have gotten himself to the edge of that pool and slipped in when the water stirred? Did he truly want to be healed? Or had he gotten stuck? Jesus says to him "Stand up, pick up your mat, and walk!" Notice the exclamation - Jesus was stern. It was a wake up call.
And why did that part about "pick up your mat" need to be in there? Do you suppose in his years of illness he had forgotten to take care of his "stuff"? Just got used to other people taking care of him? After all, according to him, it was other peoples' fault for why he was still there, "I have no one to put me into the pool..."
Interesting story. I can relate to the crippled guy. In fact, recently I've been stewing about a situation and feeling sorry for myself. Now, to be clear, I have been wronged. I have justification to feel the way I do. However, to wait for someone else to come to my rescue is wrong. The God of the universe has already come to my rescue and He lives within me providing me with what I need every day! He gives me the guidance, wisdom and discernment I need to address what needs to be addressed in ways that bring Him honor and glory.
Healing is a process. And it is often painful, but I'd rather experience the pain and be moving forward than just staying stuck with no hope, wishing someone else would swoop in and take care of it for me. I can hear Jesus saying to me, "So, what's it going to be Gina? Are you going to stay here or are you going to take My hand, get up, and walk?" I choose to walk.
I have a HERO! His name is Jesus. He lives in me through the power of the Holy Spirit. He brings healing and wholeness as I surrender to Him and allow Him to live BIG in me. There is nothing I face that He and I can't handle!
There will always be tests, failures, trials, pain, loss and things we DO NOT UNDERSTAND in this world. But God is ALWAYS good and He will ALWAYS be with us through these times. His love never fails. He has a good plan for those who love Him. I know this is true, I've experienced it.
until next time
...and the greatest of these is love
