Saturday, April 2, 2016

Am I the Exception? (Thoughts on Healing and Doubt)



     I have started reading the Book of Matthew in the Bible.  There seems to be a recurring theme; that of healings.  As I continue to read (and I know that it will reiterated in the following gospels), it makes me speculate my own circumstance.  I hate bringing it up, but as long as my physical body remains as is, I will probably continue to discuss this topic.  Perhaps, even after I have been healed. 
     I haven’t done much thinking about the cerebral palsy, or the seizure disorder.  I don’t ask many questions.
     That is, except for recently.  Ever since my pastor preached on a story that revolved around a man’s healing, the contemplation on the subject has been on the forefront of my thoughts.  Now, I am in a place of where I am trying to figure God out.  What must I do to finally receive this gift of healing that He has promised me?  I have received pictures, as well as words (of knowledge) that healing will come in the physical; here on earth.  It’s been twenty-six years.  How long must I wait?
     I guess I shouldn’t complain too much.  There was a man in the Bible who was thirty-eight years old before Jesus touched him.  Who knows what the ages of others who met Him were?  Twenty-six might be nothing.  However, my case in point is this – I have been waiting awhile.  And still my question remains.  How much longer?
     I hate the idea that I might have to admit that there may be doubt God will heal me completely.  No, I do not doubt His ability.  I have seen God move in peoples’ lives.  I have seen Him heal people.  Arms grow, legs equal in length, allergies dissipate from the body.  He even grew my right leg, and back when I was in 5th grade, pinched nerves in my spine that caused nightly pain had been mended only by His hand.  No, I do not doubt His ability.  The sad confession is I wonder if I doubt His intention; His timing. 
     You see…all the stories in the Bible of Jesus encountering individuals resulted in an immediate healing.
     “Why not me, God?  How long do I have to wait?”
     This is when I start trying to figure God out.  Do I just have to believe more?  Pray more?  I was told once that I need to walk out my healing.  What does that even mean?  Am I supposed to start using my right side?  I try.  I am starting to lift weights with my right hand, strengthen my arms.  When I do squats while I work-out, I consciously make my right leg push up.  But what of the seizure disorder?  How do you do that?  I tried to reduce my meds once…it resulted in a seizure.
     You see how cyclical this can become?  And I don’t think it has progressed toward any answers. 
     I went for a run this morning.  There is an Ice-Breaker in Great Falls at the end of this month, and I would love to run the 1 mile race.  For training, I go by the high school, and run about 1.5 miles.  So far, I am able to run the entire distance in about 15 minutes.  Which means I am running a mile in about 9-10 minutes.  I guess I should be happy for myself.  But I found myself upset.  My right knee was hurting, and I suddenly could only think about how much it seems like I have to push myself harder to reach the same point as my friends.  They don’t have to exert the same amount of energy or effort to get to the same finish line.  I am the one who has to struggle.  Why do I have to be the handicapped one of the group?
     Dang it.  An ugly thing revealed itself: a victim mindset. 
Mt. Renyolds at Glacier National Park.
     I could’ve swore that the problem I have in living with cerebral palsy and a seizure disorder is more-so identity.  I have amazing friends, and they have not treated me as if I am the handicapped one of the group.  And yet, I have often felt the pressure to still prove myself in ability and strength, so that none could question. Perhaps that is one reason why I will do physical feats that push me beyond what is comfortable.
     There has also been the second layer to my thoughts in do I even need God’s healing  (after all, I do so many things well, just as I am)?  Will God heal someone who feels like they have no need for it?  A person may have a terminal condition, but unless he goes to the doctor for assistance, he will not have his condition treated. 
     However, while I was wondering what God was wanting to address in me with my disgruntleness in running, I felt that He pointed out, “Let’s talk about this ‘Why me?’ struggle [you have].”  Victim mentality.  Stupid victim mentality.
     But it’s a bit more than that.  As I stated before, I believe that God heals.  I do not doubt His ability.  However, I am scared to admit that I struggle in the waiting for His promises.  I do not blame God for the stroke.  Or the cerebral palsy and seizure disorder.  Things happen in this world, because we live in an earth that by its own nature is fallen and broken.  No, my questions come from the manner of time.  In the Bible, there are stories of those who have been healed immediately.  So, why then, am I the one who has to wait?  Am I just an exception?  Why can’t God heal me like the ones in the Bible?  Do I not have enough faith?  I will open my right hand in faith, hoping that nerves will suddenly awaken and start moving.  But they don’t.  I have asked myself what God is waiting for, trying to figure out the formula by which to quicken His word for me.  And yet, I know there is something skewed with this process of thinking.
     “It’s not about your works, but about My grace.  The devil wants you to believe that I’m not a good Father; that I will withhold good things from you.”
      I felt that I needed to go to the Book of Job, and this is what I found in the last chapters.  It’s not a really ‘nice’ passage.  A bit correcting, if you ask me.  However, it is what God was saying to me:

           “Who has put wisdom in the mind?  Or who has given understanding to the heart?...Shall the one who contends with the Almighty correct Him?  He who rebukes God, let him answer it…Would you indeed annul My judgement?  Would you condemn Me that you may be justified?  Have you an arm like God? Or can you thunder with a voice like His?...Who then is able to stand against Me?  Who has proceeded Me that I should pay him?  Everything under heaven is Mine.”                                                                                                                                      – Job 38:36; 40:2, 8-9, 10b-11

     There is a lot to take out of this, but the synopsis is this:  God is Lord and in control, and therefore who can question His wisdom?  In complaining that God hadn’t healed me; that I am left struggling and striving to be as good as those around me, I had inadvertedly told God that He was screwing up with me.  Healing is a good thing to ask for.  Yet, demanding that God fulfills His own promises in our will, honestly, is some dangerous ground to be standing on.  I had to repent.  And Job’s response could not be any more perfect.

“I know that You can do everything, and that no purpose of Yours can be withheld from You.  You asked, ‘Who is this who hides counsel without knowledge?’  Therefore I have uttered what I did not understand, things too wonderful for me, which I did not know...I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees You.” – Job 42:2-3, 5

God is fully capable.  And what God means to do, it shall be done.  Nothing can prevent God’s will from happening.  I do not need to be restless for Him to move in my life. 
     And now what?  I need to worship God for who He is.  He is my good Father, who gives only good gifts.  He is God, and I am human.  His ways are higher than my ways, and His thoughts exceed my thoughts.  I need to worship Him in the midst of what I cannot see.  He is in control, and the manifestation of my healing will come at the right time.  I will wait.  I will ask…but in belief and faith, with a full confidence that God’s promises are indeed, “Yes, and Amen.”  I do not need to doubt, or be discouraged.  After all, even the ones who were healed immediately when they crossed paths with Jesus had their own time of waiting before receiving healing. 
     It will come.  Be patient my soul.

Sunday, March 6, 2016

An Introduction to a Conversation Concerning Suicide

About a month and half ago a young man in our town - a boy really- committed suicide.  He was only nineteen years old, and had graduated high school last year.  A life lost.  In a small town such as mine, where everyone is practically family in one way or another, a life lost is felt heavily.  I guess that's why I turned inwardly, and wrote the poem I did.  Suicide, especially teens, is a nationwide epidemic.  And in Montana, it is the #2 killer of teens.  Number 2.  And amazingly, it's not talked about much.  We don't talk about why someone might have wanted to kill themselves.  We don't talk about the pain that is left for those who knew the individual.  

The reasons why someone would be driven to suicide vary.  No situation completely mimics another, and so, as much as I wrote this poem, it may not mean that every person who has struggled with suicidal thoughts dealt specifically with the things mentioned. I drew from my own personal experience of self-harm and anxiety to illustrate components.  I never was suicidal.  However, I was a 16-year-old girl who couldn't wait until she was 18-years-old so she could move away and unburden her parents of the bad daughter I believed they thought I was.  I do not mean to make light of the emotions, but rather to shine a light so that we, as a community, and as a Church, may address a silent killer. 

I may have opened a can of worms with some of the lines written.  But I wanted to be brutally honest, and know that there are real people who ask these very real questions.  We cannot shrug them away, hoping they will disappear.  Because, until things change, we will continue having suicides.  The only answer, I believe, we have is Jesus.  The poem is meant to hone in on teen suicides.  As I said earlier, it is the #2 killer of teenagers.  We feel it heavily on the Reservation, here.  If I remember correctly, within a 14-year period, there was a suicide every year.  But it's not limited to the Rez.  I remember that back in freshman year of high school, a boy at Sentinel High (I went to Big Sky) killed himself.  Why, I don't know.  But when I was a senior, a girl from that same high school killed herself.  She ran her car into a street light, after finding out she was pregnant.  Word was, she worried how her parents would've reacted.  The autopsy report revealed that she would've had twins.

Too many of our young our dying, and it needs to stop.  This poem is long, but perhaps you relate to one, or more of the "letters".  Let's start talking.  Let's make a stand that the devil can no longer have our children (and other family members/friends who also struggle with self-harm, depression, anxiety, and suicide).  If you are someone who does struggle with thoughts of suicide, please tell someone.  We do care about you.  Message someone on Facebook, or call them.  There is also a suicide hotline number 1-800-273-TALK (1-800-273-8255).  Please know that you are loved, valued, and not alone.



"Redemption in the Face of Death"


“The devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy, but I come that you may have life, and that more abundantly.” –John 10:10[i]

I: A Person Contemplating Suicide

God…
            Are You there?  Hello? 
Oh man.  What am I doing?
This is stupid.
            I hope You’re listening, ‘cause there’s no one
            To talk to me.  Or listen to me,
For that matter.  I am empty and numb.
            My emotions dried into an apathetic awareness.
Frankly, I don’t care anymore.
Why should I?
            I tried to feel. To be hopeful.
But apparently it didn’t work,
Cause I’m here now.
Drained, and at the end of my rope.
            Do You even love me, like they say You do?
            Where have You been?
Expectations laid upon my identity
Found me wanting of perfection.
I would measure up, then suddenly fall deeply
As pills that sink into a metallic abyss
Due to a blemish
Unbeknownst
To me.  I tried God.
Yet in my attempts to manufacture my goodness,
I screwed up and complicated matters,
Made it worse for others.
            I just wanted to be loved. But...
Why would anybody want me?
They’re better off not being bothered by my presence.
God…
            I needed You! I even cried out to You!
            But You are silent; all the while
            I have been suffocating in this mess
            I have to call my life! 
What a joke… 
But I don’t care.
I stopped laughing, but I stopped letting the prank offend me.
            God, if You love me
            Help me to not hurt anymore.
            Allow me to disappear;
            Unburden the world’s weights of this mistake.
            Why don’t You let me
            Let my life go
BANG!
           
II: The Parent or Friend
It’s been a long day.
I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
            We laid her down today, God.
            All I could think was how she didn’t deserve to be in that bed of death.
            And yet, there she sleeps.
And now, she always will.
I keep hoping I wake up tomorrow morning
Finding out that this was just a bad joke she played.
            But it’s not going to happen.  Is it?
She wrote the note; something had been haunting
Her soul.  She ended it all.
We found her body without the breath that carried
So much life. 
            Why does she have to be gone?  I’m confused.
I am angry at You.  Couldn’t You have frayed the rope?
I believed that You are a good God that loves;
Didn’t You care?
I am angry with myself, as well.
I failed to recognize behind all the smiles,
The tears that collected behind her eyes.
I have been with her since the beginning.
I’ve should’ve known.  I could’ve noticed
Something was wrong.  Right?
Oh God, why was I so blind?!
Is it my fault that fear crept in
To convince her not to come to me?
            It’s too late to ask her the questions
            To reveal a pain, which then hopefully,
We would’ve introduced the reminder of the truth
            Of how we see... I mean, saw…her.
I’m so weary from crying.
There’s such a void
With her vacancy.
           
III: A Bully
I guess I should’ve gone;
Pay my respects.
How do I admit this?
I’m shrinking from the dread
That it might be true
That he could be dead, because of me.
I saw the tears in his eyes. 
I knew everything wasn’t alright.
But… I was silent.  Worse,
There were moments I joined in.
It was a joke.
It was supposed to be a joke.
Ha.  All the time we called him “Butterfingers”…
Dang it.  And the one time he decides to have steady hands
Is when he holds a palm full of pills.
Not all jokes are funny.
            We made him feel worthless.
I could tell when he wasn’t laughing inside,
Though on the outside, we were heckling.
We…I can’t keep pointing fingers at others…
I…
Delighted in bringing enjoyment at the expense
Of his pain.  No longer does it remain.
I guess. 
Amazing how much shame a shut casket brings.
Now that he’s gone, I am mindful
Of the hurt that bears on his family and friends.
Friends?  I wonder if he had any.
            We were so busy teasing, were there any
            Who stood by him?
I wish I hadn’t spoke what I said.
I wish I didn’t do what I had done.
            Couldn’t I change things?  Talk to him?
But his lips are post-mortemly shut under a pile of dirt.
            I’m amazed if You are listening, God.
            Because if I were You, I wouldn’t listen to
            An idiot like me.
I hate my reflection; who I became.
Even if You still forgive,
I don’t deserve it.

IV: An Intercessor
Oh Daddy,
            My heart aches for my people.
            The earth has become broken;
            Seeds meant to grow are left to be scorched.
            The elders bury their dead,
            And the old pray the eulogies,
            Because hope has been lost among the youth.
How long, God?
            How long will my people have to wait
            For You
            To heal our land?  You are mighty,
I believe. 
            You are faithful, just, and good.
I know. 
            We are desperate, and left destitute,
            But I know we will not stay this way.
I thank You that You are God.
You are Lord.
So, I plead with You:
            Jesus, come! 
            Too many of our young are being laid into the grave!
            How wounded they must be to seek a ‘comfort’
            Found in the dark! So confused and afraid
            That the prospect appears to be bleak
            Compared to their present pain.
            Jesus, come!
            Only by Your name will my people be saved!
I am tired of hearing of the statistics!
I am frustrated with our future falling into an unwakeable sleep
Before their forefathers.
I am angry.
            I will not have it any longer!
How dare the enemy steals their hopes;
How dare the devil kills their spirits;
And how dare he destroy their souls!!
No more! 
He will not have our children, any longer!
So, I call on You, God.
Will you work your wonders for the dead,
That they may rise and praise You?
Declare Your lovingkindness in the midst of the grave!
Show Your faithfulness in the places that have been destroyed!
Remind this land of Your righteousness:
That You are God.  And You are good!
Open their ears:
You are our Father,
And the rock of our salvation!
A Führer once said that lies spoken
Long, often, and loud
Enough shall be believed.
            I ask for Your truth, Jesus:
            That it would be
SHOUTED
            So loud; for so long, within such a short frame of time
            That all doubt the devil means to seed would decease.
God, shine Your face on us.
Restore us!
How much longer must we wait?
How much longer can we wait?
Hear me, Daddy, please!
            Come rescue these kids.
How much more can I say
Before I begin to repeat myself?
Let me speak no further.
My tears shall swallow up my words,
The only sounds heard will be my groans.
Jesus, redeem us from the plight of suicide.

V: Jesus
I have seen, and I have heard…
I have not been blind to your pain,
Nor to your cries have I been deaf.
I know the angst that grips your heart.
Though it could not be uttered with lips,
I am fully aware.
I am fully present.
The whimpers you suffocated in the pillow
Echoed the heaviness I have for you.
I share your tears;
The frustration you hold
From your loss, I carry the same vengeance
Against the one who deceived the first man.
I, too, am angry.
It is true – the aim of sin
Has been to rob creation of the heavenly eternal.
But when the enemy sought to destroy you;
Use sin to separate you from Me and My glory,
He forgot that I am a jealous God.
Fiercely loyal, and ferociously loving
He did not count that I would come after you,
And rescue you.
I want you to know
You are Mine.  I will not let you go.
I will fight for you; and have fought for you.
I died so that you would never have to.
But I came that you may be ransomed.
I have cleaned you of your filthy rags;
I have forgiven you of the regrets you hold,
And of the wrongs you inflicted on others,
As well as on yourself.  I care.
I love you.
At the beginning of time,
I already had your name in mind.
Already I had envisioned how I would knit you together.
And I couldn’t wait for the moment of your birth.
Do you not know
You were created in My image?
I fashioned you specifically
I crafted you purposely.
You are a gift and blessing. 
You are valuable.
That’s why it breaks My heart
When I see you
Aim to rid the world someone I created;
Use your reflection to cut into your skin,
Marring your magnificence in an effort to perfect
What I had already made good.
I forgive you.
And I want you to come to Me.
Lay your burdens down;
Give them to Me.
I know that life is sometimes hard,
And you will wonder.
I may not give you the answers to your why
At this moment, but I promise
That whatever the devil devises,
I will turn it around and use it for My glory
In the end of it all.
Trust Me and see
If I will not be your salvation.
I AM!
I am the Beginning and the End;
The First and the Last.
Sovereign Lord and King of all nations.
Creator of all, and a Father to you.
I have called you Mine,
And Sheol must bow down to Me.
I give you life, and that more abundantly.
            I am your Healer.
            I am your Comfort.
            I am the Replevin of your souls,
            And I am the restorer of your Hope!
There is redemption in the face
Of evil, depravity, and pain.
Death will no longer have its sting,
Because hell does not have the victory!
Your future will not be lost.
The old ruins shall be rebuilt,
The desolations of many generations
Will be repaired.
Come to Me: I am near.
Rest in Me: I am here.







[i] Other references used are Psalm 80:3; Psalm 88:10-12; Psalm 89:26; Psalm 91; Isaiah 61:4; 1 Corinthians 15:55