Tuesday, October 3, 2017

“This Is The End”

             
“As he passed by, he saw a man blind from birth. And his disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” Jesus answered, “It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him.”
 (John 9: 1-3, ESV)

Is it over? Can I finally put my burden down and let go of this world and all of it’s troubles? I don’t have to plan for anything following Saturday right? As I write this, it’s Saturday, September 23rd, the much publicized day of the “Rapture,” “The End of the World,” and so forth. This, of course, is related to Biblical prophecy, specifically from the Book of Revelation, Chapter 12, that describes an astronomical alignment that has been interpreted to mean the beginning of the end times. Since it is a secret hobby of mine to read and listen to as many lectures and sermons on such topics, it has very fascinated me over these last weeks and months. On the surface, I would tell you that while I believe there could be spiritual significance to this day, there will be no real event that will take place today. Yet personally, I sometimes wonder to myself, wouldn’t it be great if God just “called it” and we could all just be outta here?

There would be, of course, so many wonderful advantages to being called home: no more work, no need for money, no hunger or thirst, no worry, stress or anxiety. But probably the number one thing on my mind, a brand spanking new glorified body. I’m not just asking for myself either, as the one I’m really thinking of, and you too probably, is my special needs child. Not only would I never need to worry about any of his numerous therapies anymore, but I would also not have the concern of planning for an uncertain future, and he could finally be who I hoped he could. 

Am I crazy for asking that? Is it wrong for me to want him to just be healed already? Can’t the captivity of being in this earthly body be done already, for his sake? Then again, this is not about him being “healed,” since that’s my deal. That’s what I’m desiring for him, not what God intended for him to be in this life. It is so hard to write, to say, to think, and yet it is just that — God’s will for him, and ultimately, for me. I’m reminded of the blind man whom Jesus heals in the Gospel of John, and this is a passage I have heard used by many in the special needs community. When his disciples ask, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents that he should be born this way?” Jesus’ response is essentially, "Neither, but rather that the Glory of God might be displayed in him." So, I will choose to honor the miracle of my son exactly how he was made. And while I hope for the promises of Heaven, I remain content in the realities of this world, where God has still ordained everything His perfect creation.

Pray: Heavenly Father, thank you for the blessing of our children, who continue to display your Glory and serve as a constant reminder of your deep and profound love for us, made perfect in weakness. May we always strive to see your face in every one of them, and every person whom your hands have created, perfectly. Give us a spirit of peace to trust in your plan for all of your Creation every day. Amen.

John Felageller

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