Sunday, February 24, 2008

By His Stripes.....

"By His stripes we are healed."
Isaiah 53:5 1 Peter 2:24

An interesting spin of this truth has come to me this day. Past doctrinal interpretations and usage of this passage gave credence to the ideology of Christ's earthly beatings being the balm of all ills which befall us in this life. However, as a Paraclete (one who walks alongside), I believe the Spirit of God has prompted a closer look.

The Old Testament repeatedly points to a rule of a "rod to a fool's back" lending to a healthy new understanding of things.

One might ask, "Are you saying beatings are good for people?"

Not necessarily, yet does not healing come, many times through deliberate wounding?

"That's ludicrous, you may say.

Yet, to remove infirmities of some types of cancer, tumors, or other deadly growths; a physician must first cut into the living body, severing blood pathways, slicing muscle, and bruising soft tissue in an attempt for complete healing to occur.

Although anesthetics soften or eliminate the pain of these procedures, a severe wounding, nevertheless, has occurred, evidenced by bruising and need of pain medications when the patient awakens. Chemotherapy burns flesh in order for a greater good. Patients endure these "stripes" so they might be fully healed. The goal of healing makes the wounds of practice easier to endure.

When my nose was broken last year, my face, nerves, and sinuses took a severe bludgeoning so that my face would be made whole again and function to its greatest potential.

My question, then is, "Why would these principles not be used in the Spiritual realm?" Maybe they are.

"By His stripes we are healed." Hmmmmm Surely He bore sin and death on the cross for me, but, perhaps, this verse also alludes to the stripe He inflicts ON me so I may be healed of the diseases incurred by living in a fallen world.

I have found it amazing when speaking with believers who experience loss, how they marvel at such events. I am not judging here, as I am one of those believers. Surely no one enjoys adversity, yet something is to be gained through it. Granted, God allows sorrow, difficulties, and pain for more reasons than we are able to understand in this life, and these reasons can vary according to each situation. However, do we consider the notion we are given such stripes for a greater healing?

I look back on the many pains I have harbored from my marriage with this lense. Indeed, I was overwhelmed, especially near its end as the stripes were passing from healing to death. I also was inflicting some pretty wide stripes of my own on my partner. Yet, if I re-examine some of the embarrassing and hurtful events of those years, I can see healing in many of those wounds.

They were used to tear me from the need for the approval of mankind or society. As long as I was married, my life would never meet mans' stamp of approval because my husband rarely functioned according to the unspoken rules of this world. Thus, he was viewed, not respected, as different by a world which does not understand an unseen kingdom. He set himself apart and determined to drag me with him. Through wounds of snickering, mockery, and disapproving stares, I learned the heart of mankind is fickle and subject to its own whims. I learned to find approval from God alone for He is the only one who is truly consistent. This has been quite advantageous for the work I do.

As a disclaimer, I am not encouraging separation from society or "doing one's own thing" despite the repercussions it causes for others. Certainly, no. The Bible speaks on many occasions concerning social and familial harmony, however, the lesson drawn is to not let any society or group, including church families to over ride by exclusion or inclusion, the work God has called you to. Go to those you trust, but keep an open ear to the Author and Finisher of your faith.

We all have different destinies and sometimes people we love do not understand why God would give us such a calling. However, it is at these times, one must seek His counsel, listen to His word, and step out in faith.

I still struggle with the desire to belong or the approval of mankind, yet, the work He many times sets before me, brings the opposite, much like the life of the Old Testament prophets. My pre-marriage days would have seen me succumb to social manipulation, perhaps Spiritually cripplesd for great lengths of time. However, under the stripes dealt when straying in the direction of social acceptance, the wounds inflicted today have a muted sting, while recovery is swifter than ever.

The Scriptures talk about world tribulation in expected tones. How much of a loving Father would we have if He sent us to such a world unprepared?

Lord, I thank you that "by Your stripes" I am being healed.

God Bless you all today...
Beth

Monday, February 04, 2008

A Near Miss

Lovely Monday to you all!
Things appear much better these days after the protective shield of prayer my church family and friends placed about me. However, the enemy of our souls is not willing to give up so easily. Unfortunately, I believe he is much more diligent than most believers, yet, our Heavenly Father, Loving Savior, and Gracious Comforter never sleep and are many steps ahead of him.
These truths were evidenced specifically today at work. One of the last dreams I had was plotted with a colleague and myself plunging to a seemingly violent death. Midway, the elevator jerked to a halting stop in which my colleague, with my promptings was able to escape. The doors closed behind her and the plummet accelorated again. It stopped one more time after prayer, just a floor before eternity. I was able to escape though everyone thought I was in the final crash.
Today after my last class, I entered one of our elevators with a student needing assistance. We began our ascent when the elevator stopped abruptly. Initially, I thought we were about to board other passengers when, without the doors opening, it took off again. Boom! It stopped again. This time it refused to move or respond to any button commands. My student was quite calm and silent. Hauntingly, the scenes from the dream flooded my wakefulness.
Panic dug its icy nails in my heart. I was in my dream. Then a still small voice in my heart calmed me.
"Call for assistance"
Instinctively I rang the alarm. Realizing anyone who heard it could do little to help us short of calling for assistance I ceased that action. Speaking mostly to myself under the guise of talking to my student, I surmized,
"I know there is some sort of a phone in here."
Ah, one of my wonderous gifts....stating the obvious!
Finding a little door I rang for help.....no response....panic was coming back along with helplessness....I rang again, this time a connection to the outside world was made and assistance sent.
Much more followed, however, what I want to focus on is fear. Helplessness weakens my faith and I generally run from it. However, I realize I need to embrace it as it is. I am helpless. If anything, real danger lurks in the self deluding myth that I am in control.
I also learned that no matter how sound a situation looks or evidences a warning, My God is bound by nothing and controls all, especially my fate.
"Dearest Beloved,
I pray for all who read this blog who are burdened by stress, fear, or self assurance in themselve. I pray you blow the dark mists away so they can see You, even in a defective elevator...
Ever Loving You...
Your Beth"