When you have sat in the offices of doctors ranked in the top five worldwide in their fields, you often see some very sick or horribly injured people. When they call the top gun out of surgery to look at you, or three of them squeeze you into their schedules at a moment’s notice, each running the same tests over and over, then staying late to discuss your case, you become more than a little frightened. When two doctors have presented you at half a dozen medical conferences and another is writing a paper about your case for a journal, you are grateful not only for getting this far, but for every morning the light seeps through the blinds and you can see it.
When you need a specialist of that caliber you learn words with entirely too many syllables, and you enjoy instant name recognition at the clinic with a direct line to the doctor. You find out just exactly what horrible things they can do to you while you are awake and still live to tell about it. Once they put you to sleep, you really don’t want to know too much about what they are doing. And you discover that no matter how tough your situation is, someone else always has it worse.
There is one disease we all suffer from, no matter how beautiful, how wealthy, how popular, how healthy we are; no matter how many times we manage to twist events so it looks like we are always right; no matter how many times we pat ourselves on the backs for keeping all the “rules;” no matter how many we visit or homeless we feed. Sin has infected us all and only one Specialist has the medicine we need.
This is a time of year when we customarily take a moment to examine ourselves and try to become better people. Take that time today to check your vitals, to honestly assess whether you need to see the Doctor. The good news is that there is a 100% cure rate for those who take their medicine and alter their lifestyles as He orders. You do not need insurance because His fee is more than reasonable—it’s free. The same is true for those affected by a relapse-even a second or third—or hundredth.
As amazing as it sounds, not everyone takes advantage of His care. Perhaps they do not understand that this is a terminal disease. Maybe it’s denial, maybe it’s pride, maybe it’s sheer perversity. Whatever it is, do not let it describe you.
As I live, says the Lord Jehovah, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked; but that the wicked turn from his way and live: turn, turn from your evil ways; for why will you die, O house of Israel? Ezek 33:11.
Dene Ward
When you need a specialist of that caliber you learn words with entirely too many syllables, and you enjoy instant name recognition at the clinic with a direct line to the doctor. You find out just exactly what horrible things they can do to you while you are awake and still live to tell about it. Once they put you to sleep, you really don’t want to know too much about what they are doing. And you discover that no matter how tough your situation is, someone else always has it worse.
There is one disease we all suffer from, no matter how beautiful, how wealthy, how popular, how healthy we are; no matter how many times we manage to twist events so it looks like we are always right; no matter how many times we pat ourselves on the backs for keeping all the “rules;” no matter how many we visit or homeless we feed. Sin has infected us all and only one Specialist has the medicine we need.
This is a time of year when we customarily take a moment to examine ourselves and try to become better people. Take that time today to check your vitals, to honestly assess whether you need to see the Doctor. The good news is that there is a 100% cure rate for those who take their medicine and alter their lifestyles as He orders. You do not need insurance because His fee is more than reasonable—it’s free. The same is true for those affected by a relapse-even a second or third—or hundredth.
As amazing as it sounds, not everyone takes advantage of His care. Perhaps they do not understand that this is a terminal disease. Maybe it’s denial, maybe it’s pride, maybe it’s sheer perversity. Whatever it is, do not let it describe you.
As I live, says the Lord Jehovah, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked; but that the wicked turn from his way and live: turn, turn from your evil ways; for why will you die, O house of Israel? Ezek 33:11.
Dene Ward
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