Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Somebody Call a Doctor!
When Jesus was leaving that place, he saw a man sitting in a tax office. The man’s name was Matthew. Jesus said to him, “Follow me!” So Matthew got up and followed him.
Later Jesus was having dinner at Matthew’s house. Many tax collectors and sinners came to eat with Jesus and his disciples. The Pharisees saw this and asked his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?”
When Jesus heard that, he said, “Healthy people don’t need a doctor; those who are sick do. Learn what this means: ‘I want mercy, not sacrifices.’ I’ve come to call sinners, not people who think they have God’s approval.”
~ Matthew 9:9-13, GW ~
A little over a month ago I got a text from my eldest at college. It was the weekend. She was laying around watching movies with a friend when she inexplicably began experiencing faintness and dizziness. I didn't think much of it until the following evening when she complained of the same. With my work schedule relatively free the following Monday, and our home only 45 minutes away from her campus, I suggested that we take her in to the local urgent care near school.
When I picked her up the next day, she complained of stomach problems as well. Being an experienced mom, I figured that the professionals would likely want to put some IV liquids into her, so we opted for the local ER instead of urgent care. I braced myself for a long, rather routine hospital experience.
Imagine my shock when the triage nurse offered my 19 year old a wheel chair and gave her priority treatment. Her pulse rate was quite high, and this medical team was moving with a serious urgency. In the blink of an eye, leads were applied for an EKG, labs were drawn, and IV fluids were rapidly pushed. After the second liter of fluids resulted in little decline of her pulse rate, the doctor informed me that they were admitting my daughter overnight and ordering more tests.
WHAT? Why? This made no sense. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go! She's an otherwise healthy college-aged student. Why would you admit her to the hospital?
Plain and simple, the sick need a doctor. Something wasn't quite right with my daughter, and this doctor knew it.
I need a doctor too, albeit in more of a metaphorical sense.
My scenario can play out much like my daughter's -- I think I'm healthy, but then I'm shocked to realize that I'm really in need of some more intensive care.
I don't know what I would do if not for the Specialist of my soul. Without a second thought, He knows the symptom of every malady that corrupts my character. He need not even run tests to diagnose my illness. My decay is obvious to Him, even if it isn't always to me. And His own shed blood is the only treatment that will heal me. Jesus is Jehovah Rapha, "The Lord Who Heals" (or restores).
Just as my daughter required a deeper look inside, I so often require a deep examination of my heart. The search for me begins with quiet time as I am admitted into the presence of God. While I read my Bible, it reads me, detecting where things are going wrong. In prayer, I yield to the cure for my sinfulness, whether it be a sharp tongue, selfish desires, or persistent unforgiveness. This time meeting in the quiet of the early morning is my daily prescription for optimal health.
My daughter was ultimately discharged from the hospital with a minor heart issue. The entire incident was a blessing in disguise. She now knows what to look for and how to care for herself in the future.
I think it is safe to say that we are BOTH grateful for a Doctor who knows what He is doing.
PRAY: Amazing God, You see the condition of both our physical and spiritual hearts. Thank You for having your ever-watchful eyes upon us, and for properly treating everything that ails us.