As I was lying in bed last night praying for a family friend that had lost her husband in an accident, I began to ask the Lord, what do I say to her, what would you have me say. Everyone’s stories are different, and emotionally many of us are in different places. I especially wasn’t sure because I know that the Lord walked me through my experience every step of the way, and I could see it. I kind of pondered the thought that most of us have not come to the place where we can accept God’s plan, we don’t seem to be able to reconcile how, if God is good, then why this route for my life.
I think when we are in that place, we are saying, I had big plans Lord…we were serving you…..I thought you wanted us to do this, or that. I think that we look at the situation and say, wait a minute Lord; I thought you were going to use my family in a particular way, and we were going to minister for your glory. I know I have been in that place before myself.
As I thought about this last night, as I walked through the past year of my life, and how I initially thought that the Lord was calling Ramey and I into a cancer ministry. I was 100% confident that she was going to be healed in the end in order for us to perform this ministry. I knew very early on in Ramey’s battle that the Lord impressed upon me that we were going to have to go through the full trial. So many times as people came and prayed for her, I prayed, but in my heart I knew that God was not going to heal her, right then. I thought it would be later. So as the trial went on she had her 1st surgery, and that followed with a very slow recovery. The Lord began to stretch my faith just a little. As the recovery was slow, I was dealing with a lot of Ramey’s emotional trauma. She lost a good bit of vision and it didn’t look like she was going to be able to drive ever again. I think she worried about dying and leaving Judah with no mommy, but she wouldn’t really tell me that…so I would just see her very often down, and depressed emotionally. Then as she began to recover and she began to get some energy back, we began to bond together like never before. We were able to spend every day together. I used pretty much all of my sick leave and most of my vacation that I had been earning over the past 10 years to be able to be home with her the whole time. We began to spend quality time together reading the Bible together and just enjoying a very close, intimate friendship, something I think, that we had almost forgotten. Unfortunately this wonderful time only lasted for a few short weeks. As Ramey and I returned from visiting my family in NJ, and a doctor’s visit to Sloan Kettering Memorial Hospital in Manhattan, the hardest part of the trial began.
As we had been in a deep discussion over further treatment options over the past several weeks, we thought, “Let’s wait and check out all the options before we dive into Chemo and Radiation.” As we tried everything to avoid it, I felt the Lord tell me again that we were going to have to go through the full trial. “OK”, I thought, “I guess we had better start getting ready for the radiation treatment.” At this point, we were on our way back from NJ, and Ramey began to have severe headaches during the trip. It made me very nervous, because I thought that shouldn’t be happening right now. As the headaches grew more severe, we scheduled an appointment to have another MRI done just to see if anything was going on. During this waiting period, there were many days and nights where I had to sit and watch my wife suffer, and suffer severely. I remember watching her and encouraging her to praise the Lord even for the pain, because we are to give thanks in all things ….for if God allowed the suffering, then it had to be for a purpose, and if it had to be for a purpose, then according to Romans 8:28, it must be for a good and perfect purpose. Let me say this though, nothing is harder than watching a loved one suffer in agonizing pain.
I remember finally hitting a breaking point with the Lord. One evening as Ramey was in severe pain with a headache, she was so delirious that she was calling me “mom”, and crying out for me to help her. I remember, I was at the point where I pretty much collapsed on the floor by the couch, and just wept before the Lord and just said, “ I can’t handle this, why aren’t you helping us, you have to bring relief, I can’t do this anymore.” Later that morning, we took Ramey into the hospital. While at the hospital she was delirious and would not listen to anyone. She would go in and out of consciousness and didn’t recognize anyone in the room including her dad. She didn’t know who I was, but she would listen to my voice as I calmly held her down in her bed to keep her from tearing her clothes off and trying to walk out of the hospital. I was scared….very scared, and I thought that she was going to die that day, and at the time I wasn’t quite prepared for that.
Ramey was placed in an ambulance and transported up to Duke University Hospital to be evaluated for a 2nd surgery, and to see if there was anything that we could do. During the trip she was given high doses of steroids which brought the inflammation down in her head, this eased her headaches. Kathy (her mom) rode with her on the ambulance, and I went home to get cleaned up and packed, not knowing how long we were going to be up there again. About an hour later I received a text from Kathy telling me that Ramey was doing well, and was talking. I thought, what? Yes, she was talking and sharing the gospel with the two EMT’s taking her to Duke. I immediately felt that relief from the Lord, that sense of peace that things are still under control. I wasn’t sure what the point of the past couple of days of agony were for, but I just felt that peace that God was behind the wheel. I thought to myself, Lord this is the second time, I’ve been taken to my breaking point (the first was the first surgery, and the thought of losing her) again. I thought, “What’s the deal, I hate being taken to that point?” Well, I hadn’t slept for several days so I took about a 2 hour nap, showered, and hopped in my car and raced up to see her at Duke (and no, I was not doing the speed limit…or anything remotely close to it J ). I remember I was so excited to see her normal and talking. I made it in record time.
Through a series of Doctor visits up there, they said the tumor had grown back. Ramey said she didn’t want to go through surgery again, as it had only been a month since she had fully recovered from the last one. I asked the doctor if we could try Radiation at this point, or did we have to have the surgery in order to save her life. A consensus from the Doctors was that, the surgery was recommended, but that they thought Radiation was also an option. We talked (Ramey, me, and her parents), and we thought, let’s get back home, let’s try the radiation, and let’s get on with life.
Well, as we got home, many problems arose with Ramey. The high dose of steroids knocked her out a lot, and she could barely walk 20 feet without passing out. Several times she did this in my arms, and it took all of my strength just to get her back into bed, or to the couch. Every trip for me was traumatic, as I constantly worried about the damage all this stuff was doing to her brain. We waited for about a week for MUSC to start her treatments, but I found out from the Doctor that the reason it was taking so long was that the actual Radiation Plan; The plan for how they were going to beam the radiation into the tumor was so complex due to the size of the tumor that they were concerned. Ramey stared back with the headaches again and she could no longer walk. I had to lift her into the bathroom, and Kathy would help clean her with me. I remember walking outside and sitting on a bench overlooking the pond in the backyard, and thinking…”Here I am again Lord; I’m at another breaking point..I hate this…please give me some answers.” I felt the Lord tell me to call her Doctor. I did and told him to set me up with the best surgeon at MUSC. The surgeon’s office called back, and we had an appointment the next morning. I felt some relief, “Ok, maybe we will have to have another surgery, but at least we will be home, and she’ll get the best care at the hospital right now.” I remember the last day we spent at home; I read parts of the book of Revelation to Ramey. We talked about how wonderful Heaven, and the New Heavens and Earth will be. We talked about how this time in our life is changing who we will be forever. That if we submit to God’s will and use this to bring Him glory, that we have an awesome opportunity to store up rewards in Heaven that will last for all of eternity. Ramey was so full of the Holy Spirit at this point, pretty much everything that came out of her mouth was praises for the Lord, for what he had done on the Cross for us. She had a one track mind and that was to give all of the glory to the Lord.
I remember the next morning, as we got ready to take her to the appointment with the surgeon, I picked her up to put her in the wheelchair. Her body froze, a likely seizure, and I knew in my heart that they were going to have to do something at the hospital or she was going to die soon. I remember, I called my mom and told her to pray that the hospital would take her and say that they can do the surgery. When we got to MUSC, the Doctor saw us, looked at her MRI, and set her up for surgery the next morning. I thought….. “Thank you Lord.” Relief. I realized at this point that whatever happened to her at this point was completely in God’s hands. There were no decisions left to be made, there were no options, it was either God heal her, or God take her.
At this point, as Ramey was about to get wheeled in for her second surgery, she was happy and at perfect peace. She said she wasn’t afraid to die. I realized then, that I wasn’t afraid either. Why? For me, the Lord brought me through a series of breaking points, where he stretched my faith in Him. Each time he brought me relief. It was a constant series of stretching, then relief..stretching then relief.
Following the second surgery, the Doctor came in and told me that the Tumor was enormous, and that there was a lot of damage. He told me that had she not come in, she would have died at home within the next 3 days. I remember how I felt hearing how bad her condition was, but at the same time so thankful that I didn’t wake up next to her dead in our bed.
I remember thinking, why all of the suffering Lord, after all, she was a faithful servant of Yours? It then became so clear that the suffering, the stretching, prepared the way for me later on to accept her death.
Once you understand scripture, you seethat death is a necessary part of our life, this is what frees us to be with the Lord forever and ever. Having a temporal earthly perspective on life, that this life is it, that it’s supposed to be all fun and games, that this is the ultimate goal, the “American Dream” is not Biblical. If the it was Biblical then certainly the disciples, the men who physically walked and talked with Jesus, would have had an easy life of peace and tranquility right? Well, read it for yourself, you won’t find it played out in Jesus earthly life, as he suffered and died, or as the disciples later suffered and died themselves. So as I lay in bed thinking all this through, I just kept thinking, why did the apostle Paul suffer? Why? I mean Jesus appeared to him on the road to Damascus, He personally revealed himself to him. Paul changed at that point, he wasn’t in rebellion anymore, he wasn’t walking in sin. He was faithfully preaching the gospel, doing what Jesus called him to do. So then, I thought, why would God ask Paul to suffer? Was it punishment, I don’t think so. When we go through trials in our life, is it punishment? Maybe, there are definite consequences to sin, but what about when we’re doing everything right, what then? Why would the Lord bring trials into our life when were walking faithfully with Him, when were intimately fellowshipping with Him, when were outwardly serving Him?
Why? I think we have trouble understanding because our perspective is here and now. We can’t see the beauty that God has prepared for us. Jesus perspective is eternal. He knows the future; He sees the gold that these refining fires are going to produce in us. He sees who we will be in our glorified state in Heaven, and He knows that this temporary, yet very painful trial, is but for a season. God has huge plans for His children. Just because we don’t understand it all completely doesn’t matter. Look what Jesus said in Luke 18:28-30…. “There is no man that has left his house, parents, brothers and sisters, wife, or children for the Kingdom of God’s sake, who shall receive manifold more in this present time, and in the world to come Everlasting Life.” Jesus is clearly trying to get the point across that there will be loss for the sake of the gospel, but it doesn’t compare to the glory, to the rewards that await us. Have you lost a loved one and used the tragedy of it as a catapult for the gospel? If not, let the Lord use you now.
2 Cor 4:17-18 says, “For our LIGHT afflictions, but for a moment (hallelujah!), worketh a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory …for the things which are seen, are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal”. So Paul says his sufferings, are 1. For us to know God. 2. To develop our spiritual “man” for all of eternity. 3. To keep our dependence upon Him. Whenever we get caught up in this life in America, we become dependent upon our riches, our security; we become focused on the temporal, and could care less about the eternal. For me, Ramey’s death made me intimately dependent upon Jesus and what he did on the cross. If Jesus didn’t die for us then Ramey’s life would have been a tragedy, a complete disaster, and for me there would be no hope to ever see her again. For me, if that was the case, I would have no reason to want to finish out this life. But through this suffering, I am able to fully appreciate the fact that Jesus provide a way for me to see her again, and that He prepared eternity for me (and you), so that this earthly tragedy has no long-term sting. IT IS JUST TEMPORARY!
Don’t forget, our loved ones who died believing that Jesus is their Lord and Savior, are present with the Lord right now (2 Cor 5:6-8). We don’t have to worry about them; they already have God’s perspective. I’m sure if they could come back and tell us anything, it wouldn’t be … “ I miss you”…or “you look great!”, it would be to tell us that none of this junk matters…serve the Lord with everything you’ve got…You can’t quite see it yet, but wait till you get here!, earn as many rewards as you can………and “ Oh Yeah, my suffering,…..It was worth it!”
We have a choice when we go through difficulty; we can choose to stick to our own wishes and desires, our own master plan for our life that we so intricately planned out, or when tragedy strikes, and our life begins to change course, or we can surrender our will , and allow the Lord to take the wheel. When we surrender our will, we begin to ask God questions like, Lord what do you have for me now? How are you preparing me for the future? How will this prepare me to reach the lost for You? It’s when we surrender our will that the unsaved see our life, the strength that God has given us, the faith that God has given us to trust Him even through disaster, that they say, Ok, maybe God is real. I just watched this Christian walk through a tragedy that would have obliterated me, but they are praising the Lord through it…what? If you look throughout scripture, when people acted in faith to God, even though they didn’t exactly know what the future held, or what the exact purpose was, it brought about God’s glory, and the furtherance of the gospel. There are a zillion examples in the Bible…Abraham with Isaac; Paul in the prison after the earthquake, Elijah and the prophets of Baal….it goes on and on. God didn’t call the strong and mighty, he called and used those who trusted their very lives to Him.
We talk about … “Lord use me”, so the Lord begins to prepare us for ministry to be used, and we say… “Wait a minute Lord, this isn’t what I expected, this is too hard, I just wanted to do ministry…you know, just share the gospel and stuff.” What if no Christians suffered or went through difficulty, how would we reach the world around us, when we have no genuine empathy for what they are dealing with? How do we expect to be ready for spiritual warfare when we haven’t been trained and prepared first? What if my son Judah wanted to be a Marine Sniper in a few years, and the recruiter signed him up, walked him out the back of the building, onto a bus to the airport, where he was handed his rifle and all of his gear. Then he was flown over to Afghanistan and told to go hide up on a mountain ridge and take out the enemy. What? No training, no preparation, NOT REALISTIC! In the same way we pray, Lord use me, I just want to be used. God says, great; follow me to boot camp, so that you will be prepared for spiritual battle. It’s at that point that most of us bail out and say, “It’s too hard Lord, I’ll pass, I don’t want to finish my training, I’m going to find a place to hide out.” In doing so we miss out on the opportunities to suffer and intimately know the heart of a Loving God. We miss out on all of our potential, on all of our eternal rewards. Jesus already set the example of suffering….the disciples followed in his example…..and we may very well be called to suffer as well. Don’t be afraid of it. God will pour out his supernatural grace exactly when you need it. He will not give you more then what you can bare with His strength. God loves you, don’t be tricked into believing that trials are bad, there are no accidents or tragedies in the life of a believer. God is in complete control, just settle down, and trust Him J
John
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