A verse stood out to me this morning as I was reading Acts 4.
“But since they could see the man who had been healed standing right there among them, there was nothing the council could say.” (14)
You can’t dispute a changed life. When the blind see, the lame walk, and the sick are made well, that’s the only proof you need.
But what about the times in our lives when people are not healed? What about the times when you pray and the sickness or the trial doesn’t go away?
Could it be that in our Creator’s upside down plan, death has always been a part of the healing process. When the Lord allows us to suffer for a little while, perhaps it’s the road we must walk down in order to discover the ultimate healing our lives need. Perhaps death is the pathway to complete and unending freedom, peace, and joy. Perhaps it’s the sorrowful road that leads us to more beauty than our little minds can comprehend right now.
I think about Jesus in the garden the night before He was arrested. He prayed that if at all possible that the path He was about to take to the cross would be diverted. There was the human side of him that didn’t want to die.
Then Jesus went with them to a place called Gethsemane, and he said to his disciples, “Sit here, while I go over there and pray.” And taking with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, he began to be sorrowful and troubled. Then he said to them, “My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here, and watch with me.” And going a little farther he fell on his face and prayed, saying, “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as you will….Again, for the second time, he went away and prayed, “My Father, if this cannot pass unless I drink it, your will be done.” Matthew 26: 36-39, 42
Jesus prayed for a plan B. The disciples couldn’t understand why the One they loved had to be taken away. We don’t understand why the ones we love have to be taken away. And yet, it’s that process of death that leads our loved ones back home where they belong. Back to the place where tears of sorrow and pain will no longer exist.
Today I attend my mother-in-law’s funeral. It’s going to be a hard day for the family. But, I plan on keeping one eye on eternity. Because, I know, it’s in those moments I will catch glimpses of Mrs. Knowles completely healed and walking hand in hand with her Savior.