I call it 'Death In The Dunny', and if you're curious, you can look up the symptoms for pancreatic cancer. I won't describe it further except to say that it signals a badly compromised pancreas.
I face it several times a day, and it's frightening every time. Well, not frightening. Terrifying and disheartening, that's maybe more like it.
Today Joseph Prince said on the telly that god wants to heal me. I'm thinking...maybe He lost my address?
And He wants to make me rich...where do I send my routing and account numbers?
I speak in jest, but if I only used a selective reading of Scripture I might actually believe that twaddle.
God wants something far more difficult. He wants to save my immortal soul, and He sent His Son into mortal life to die horribly as the price I could never pay.
And the privilege I receive is the opportunity to bear witness to His Love in my life, to the fact that when your health is wrecked and recreational activities are pretty well reduced to watching DVDs between dreaded trips to the dunny, life is still worth living, and love is still worth giving.
He loved me from His agony on the Cross.
I can love others from my agony on the dunny.
Music from 30 Seconds To Mars, with Do Or Die.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.