I’ve been reading and meditating on Hebrews this week. I’ve taken my time as I found there have been lots of “little” things I’ve missed before. Some mornings I have read only one chapter and just thought about some particular verses in the chapter. I have also studied some thoughts a little more deeply.
So this morning I finally reached chapter 11, our Wall of Faith for the Christian world. You know, lots of people faced lots of things and held on to faith. Toward the end of the chapter it says that they didn’t even receive the promise they’d been waiting for (Christ) because they were waiting for us, so that we all together can be made perfect through Christ.
But what stuck out to me this morning lies between verses 32 and 38. Through faith they experienced scourgings and mockings. They were stoned, sawn in two,and imprisoned! I don’t think that matches our Western idea of faith!These warriors did not receive houses, new cars and live elaborately on this earth. On the contrary it says they lived by wandering in deserts and mountains and caves and holes in the ground! Wow!
Faith doesn’t “get” us stuff, it takes us through stuff!
I really needed to read this particular passage this morning for that morning lift. You know I have looked back over the last 2 years (really most of my life) and seen God provide when I thought there wasn’t a way! He has taken care of us no matter where we were staying, from hospitals, to nursing homes and rehab, etc! He has been an excellent provider. I have no complaints.
Last night I was still concerned about Chris as he was wheezing terribly. We had done the inhaler every four hours and all the meds I dare give him. But at bedtime he was breathing noisily. I placed my hands on him and really prayed with no words. I can’t explain it any better than that. I don’t know if you want to call it lack of faith or full of faith – but I am pretty sure it wasn’t the latter as I just am in a place that I don’t sense faith in myself. Because to me, faith would say, “Lay hands on him, pray, and he’ll be well.” Too many unanswered prayers over the last two years have brought me away from that perspective.
But I laid my hands on Chris, and thought of the scripture “They shall lay hands on the sick and they will recover.” And my hope was there although I cannot say I had faith for God to do it. However, the true faith was in the fact that if He didn’t touch my son, I still knew I’d be trusting Him through the night.
So I didn’t really “pray” or say anything..more like hope I think. The next thing I knew as I was getting ready to go to bed – there was no wheezing and Chris was sound asleep. Some might say the meds kicked in, but I think God had a hand in it. Chris slept all night. I got up twice when he coughed to turn him and that was it. They were real good hardy – move it all out – types of coughs!
What today will bring is a mystery…but I will be trusting in Him to carry me through!
Praying with or without words…
is still prayer!