The worst thing about getting older is, your friends start dying around you and you find yourself going to funerals regularly. I’ve lost several good friends lately, and most of them weren’t old enough to die.
Someone gets diagnosed with a “non-curable” disease and treatment is started. Some refuse treatment, preferring to enjoy what time they have left with their family, without being constantly sick from the treatment. But usually the outcome is the same. In a few months they die and the declaration is made, “they finally got their ultimate healing!”
But wait a minute! What about God? How does he figure in all this? Why didn’t he heal them so they could live another decade or so?
Many of these who die believed that God is a god of miracles and is able to heal us. They even have hands laid on, make their confessions of faith, meditate healing scriptures daily but in the end they die not having received healing.
Miracles of healing are the exception and not the norm. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? We preach healing is part of redemption, but still see very little healing. We don’t seem to have a problem believing for salvation, multitudes of people are coming to Jesus for forgiveness of sin but physical healing still happens rarely. Most believers die sick. Is this really the way it is supposed to be? Are we missing something here? I believe so.
I know God is a healer. I do believe Jesus took 39 stripes on his back for our healing. But why is it so difficult for most of us to receive that? Why do we accept the diagnosis of our doctor over what Jesus did for us? What are we missing here?
We believe salvation is for all but healing is up to God. Really? So he picks and chooses who gets healed and who doesn’t? How does he do that? Do we have to qualify for our healing? Is it based on how much money we give to the church, how many people we witness to each day? What do we have to do to be healed?
Do you really believe God withholds from some and gives healing to others? That’s just to hard for me to swallow.
I don’t have all the answers but I believe one thing. I believe the problem is with us. It’s with the way we’re believing and the way we’re talking. We are missing something and we need to find out what it is.
I’m tired of going to funerals of friends who are 56 years of age like I did last week. I’m tired of cancer and heart disease destroying the lives of Bible believing people when He said, “healing is the children’s bread.” When he said, “by his stripes ye were healed.”
I’m going back to the Word. I’m getting back on my knees because I want to know what we’re missing.