Promises Part 2
I just got my blood test results back… they’re not good. They’re not bad either, I suppose. I’m still responding to the treatment, which is good…. just not like I once was. Without speaking to my Oncologist I can’t really explain it to you as I don’t understand it myself. One set of markers has come down by 2% while the other has gone up by 40%. And of course, this is all on different drugs to what I was on previously.
It seems everywhere I turn though, there is encouragement. While my humanity would have me believe that there is much wrong with my current situation (and believe me… it is becoming harder and harder to fight my humanity), it would appear that God himself has set up a series of ‘road signs’ to keep me going in the right direction. When it would be very easy for me to lose my way, to become blinded by circumstance, He has gone before me and left his own ‘markers’ to make sure I keep going. The right words at the right time do not speak of coincidence to me. They speak of planning, timing, design… and my God is the master designer. Take a look outside your window one day at sunset. Tell me a master artist isn’t at work in that moment.
I have a friend who, in my opinion, is one of the finest examples of the word ‘gentleman’ I have ever met. His intellect is only surpassed by the size of his heart and his ability to show compassion.
He has gently reminded me that even though this walk is frightening, lonely and unsure (from a human perspective), when Christ entered this world as flesh and blood he came with the name ‘Immanuel’.
Matthew 1:23 (New International Version) says:
23“The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” — which means, “God with us.”
Christ came to be God with us, entering into our situation with us, so that we’d know we’re never alone, no matter the circumstances.
I have pain in my liver most days. The tumours on the liver press against my abdomen and cause a stitch-like feeling. The abdomen then presses against a nerve that runs up the right side of my body, which shows itself as an aching right shoulder. While I have a constant reminder in my body that there is something that would seek to destroy me and take me away from my wife and children, I also have a constant reminder that God himself walked this earth as a man. He knows pain. He understands sorrow and he knows what it is to face death.
Without wanting to sound melodramatic, so do I.
But his name promises me that he is here, with me.
Every time I call out…. I call out the promise…. reminding myself.