There once was a family of three. One child is all there would be. As one might imagine, this situation made that one child extra special, in the eyes of the parents. Naturally.
The child was still a toddler when it was discovered that heart surgery would soon be needed.
To make a long (and agonizing) story short, the little legs on this darling would no longer function, afterward.
Doctors and nurses would come in every hour or two, checking blood pressure, giving medicine, poking, prodding…yes, the full treatment….hoping, and watching for any sign of return of function. Hours go by, then days. The first few hours would be their best hope. If not hours, there is still hope for many days.
Days turn into weeks. One week…still hope. Two weeks, a little less hope. After three weeks, they’re moving into “forget it land”. You know the place. It’s where even the “powers that be” agree to purchase a teeny tiny wheelchair for the three year old parapalegic. The tiny, folding chair made it so weekends at home were finally possible.
Somehow, life must go on. Sure, you might forget your name most of the time….but…. So it’s week three, week four, week five. Who knows what day it is….. Another weekend, and another trip home.
Packing up, getting ready for the hour long ride home. Oh, visitors come, just as it is time to leave. The mother strikes up a conversation, for a few minutes. The father sits, in a daze…a fog….the twilight zone! (After all, he IS the one that gave the go ahead.) Every waking (and otherwise) moment is spent trying to maximize the chances of recovery, in any way, to any degree possible.
Having thought, and planned, and investigated everything that anyone mentioned that might help, what is left? Only…..a miracle. Sure, like these people deserve a miracle!? Uh huh……. Well…what do they have to lose?
Dad begins to talk to God (a lot of people call it “praying”), silently. Nothing happens, surprise! With a clear mind, he continues to “speak”, and seek. He feels the need to lay his hands on the affliction, though he is absolutely against “hocus pocus”.
Now attempting to…transmit…some of his strength to those legs, thoughts run wild! Thoughts of, what will these people think, if they see what is going on over here. Nobody does, so continue. Why would this work?? This can’t work (now, here)”, he thinks. Then it begins….why NOT now? why NOT here?! Why NOT for this innocent child?! A wave of…….anything is possible….came over him.
Yes, why NOT. Well…………………what if, with functioning legs, something worse ends up happening? Who IS this guy who thinks he knows better than the Almighty, what is best for this child?!! So he backs off his request, and asks for whatever it is that He (the Almighty) wants for this little life, fully knowing it may mean giving up a miracle.
Finally, someone notices dads hands on the legs. “What are you doing?”. “Nothing”. They all leave.
One hour later, back home…..a fresh set of clothes will feel more “homey”. WHAT’S THIS?!! Toes move!! Feet slightly move!! They were checked minutes before leaving the hospital, an hour before!! That’s ALL that happens, but still…………. After five weeks….checked continually, day and night, by professionals, and this one hour is when this happened???
Once again, yes, this was us/me, the dad. And the debate begins.
The one thing that comes to mind, after YEARS of contemplation, as far as an “answer” goes is, “Your faith has healed you”. Jesus wasn’t healing that person, they touched HIM, and were healed! What He said makes me think…..
Then, there was Jesus telling His followers, they would do things greater than He himself did! What do these things mean?
I KNOW what I think it means…….. It appears that EVERYONE has this available. How do we qualify for this power? THAT I don’t know.